I tossed from one end of my Vita Foam bed to the other end. The noise going on in my head was just too much……..
“Ahn ahn……what kind of yeye nightmare is this one now?”
I sunk my head further into the pillow to reduce the noise but it only grew louder and louder. Angrily, I stretched my hand towards the small table beside the bed, picked up my Techno Sparkle K9 and reluctantly opened my eyes to look at it while pressing the side button. What I saw shocked me!
“What? 8:15am keh? Mtchewww…….”
I hissed as I stood up from the bed.
On a normal Saturday morning, I’d have woken up as early 6:30am to do some house chores before heading out for some extra curricular activities but the past week had been quite tedious so I had intended to wake up by 11am at most and trust me, I made
sure of it. Well, I was going to, until this people interrupted my sweet beauty sleep (rolls eyes and sighs). I made sure I changed the settings on the alarm clock on my phone from 5am to 11:25am before going to bed last night……
I just recognized one out of the several voices that had woken me up earlier than I wanted to be woken. That had to be Mama K’s as she was fondly called. I had no intention to be part of whatever was causing the chaos so I just moved closer to my kitchen door to eavesdrop on what the noise was all about.
“Which kain wahala be this now? Person no fit get peace of mind for this compound again abi wetin? I do bad thing follow una live for this compound neh?” Mama K yelled?
“Ehn…………no mind them. Pay, them no go gree pay but if the light come now, they go wan follow enjoy am……..mtchewwwww (she hissed). See baa, I no go even go their office again to beg again o”, Mama Bisola chorused just before their partner interrupted.
“Go where? Make them even carry the waya dey go sef. Anybody wey no gree contribute this money, make we cut im light commot and that the person no go join our line again. Infact, I no go hide mouth talk am again. Na that Sisi B (lets call her that) wey just carry wahala come give us for this area. Make una dey hear my voice now o. If I suffer pay this money finish baa, we go…….” Mama K was talking so fast I couldn’t make out everything she had said.
Here we go again! No wonder I woke up feeling really sweaty. No light. We had been disconnected. Again!
Why is this issue so prevalent in this our area self? I live in a one room apartment, popularly known as ‘self contain’ and surrounded by a cluster of ‘face me I face you apartments’. PHCN had told us earlier in February to get a prepaid meter but our landlady wanted to outsmart them (so she thought). She insisted on being connected directly. She had also pleaded with everyone of us to try and pay up as at when due in order to avoid disconnection from NEPA people, as we still liked to call them instead of PHCN. We had been complying o as the good tenants that we are + we all seemed to need the ligjt more at that time.
Things seemed to be going smoothly until this young lady decided to come and add pepper to the injury that was already healing by packing into the neighborhood. Since she moved in, it became an herculean task to get her own part of the bill. She would plead that we waif and have a little more patience. There was this one time, we stayed an entire month without light because we were waiting for Sisi B to pay up. She promised to turn a new leaf but guess she forgot to add some fertilizer……..Lolz.
“So make we fry egg and malt give am before she go pay this one Abi?”
The most annoying thing about this one now is that we’ll have to pay reconnection fee since the PHCN people took the wires with them.
“This matter don tire me o. God please, you have to do something about this light issue oo because I can’t imagine going weeks without light in this house again, I retorted as I walked back to my bed briskly, picked up my phone and slouched back on my pillow.
“I’ll kuku lay down here and go through my social media platforms first before I start contemplating on how to move out of this neighborhood or perhaps stop paying the light bill and transfer the money to buying fuel for my ‘I pass my neighbor’ generator?” Or what would you have me do……your suggestions are welcome…. 😀
And that was how my Saturday morning plans were ruined for me.
Have you had similar experiences about this light issue in our beloved Naija? I’d love to hear your own story/experience in the comment section too.
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