I dashed across the street, towards my client, clenching the lens in my hand like a lifeline. "Sorry Ma, there was traffic," I apologized in-between breaths. The woman glared at me. "Traffic?" Her hands rested on her hips. "Didn't you say you were going to the next street to hire a lens?" My heart sank. Kai! Amina. "My plug wasn't available. I had to find another option. I'm truly sorry". The woman's anger was palpable. "And you kept me waiting," she accused. "I could've gone elsewhere." Desperation seized me. "Abeg Ma, no vex. I'm good, I promise, you'll love the end result," I insisted, my voice trembling. If I lose this gig, I won't be able to afford Mama's medications. At 70 years, she's got rheumatism. "Reduce the fee by 20% then" Her ultimatum hung in the air. What kind of frustration is this, nau. "10%," I countered. I sighed in relief when she rel