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In Niger, poorest of the poor protect refugees on the run

Yacouba Aboubacar is one of 200,000 Nigerians who have fled rising violence in their home country in recent years to seek safety in neighboring Niger. And unlike refugees in many parts of the world, he has been warmly welcomed. That is despite Niger being one of the world’s poorest countries, beset by its own problems with violent extremism.

The village chief in Chadakori, where Mr. Aboubacar has found work as a barber, insisted on letting the refugees stay. “It could happen to us, also,” he says. And the government of Niger has taken a similar stance. “Your guest is your god,” as the minister of humanitarian action puts it.

Why We Wrote This

Everywhere, refugees often get the cold shoulder. In Niger, one of the poorest countries in the world, villagers show how a warm welcome can work in everybody’s favor.

Not all villages are so generous; many local inhabitants are fearful that the foreigners might bring trouble with them. And integration is not easy when you have to learn a new language; Nigerians speak English, but Niger’s official language is French.

But in the town of Dan Dadji Macaou, 20 miles from Chadakori, refugees have been a boon to the local economy, working as farm laborers and brick makers, and spending their earnings in local markets. Says one elder, “it has turned into something beneficial to us.”

Yacouba Aboubacar has an unusual way to measure the welcome he received as a refugee in Niger. 

His razor blade.

It takes a certain amount of trust, after all, to let a stranger cut your hair – and a good deal more to allow him to circumcise your baby. But since Mr. Aboubacar fled here from neighboring Nigeria in December, he has found his services as a barber and circumciser constantly in demand.

Why We Wrote This

Everywhere, refugees often get the cold shoulder. In Niger, one of the poorest countries in the world, villagers show how a warm welcome can work in everybody’s favor.

Some of that work comes from other refugees, with whom he lives in a sea of white tents huddled on the edge of this small village. But much of it comes from the locals who inhabit the mud-brick houses in town. 

“I cut hair for everyone,” he says with a smile. And “if there’s a newborn, they can call me to do it.”

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