She woke up and tried reaching for her phone around the pillow. On checking it, the battery was running low. She lazily pulled herself out of the bed and headed for the bulb’s switch. Oh no!No lights.
Thinking it to be the usual scenario, she was certain the power would be back by the time she was done selling her Kisii golden avocados. She poured herself a cup of soya and drank it with two slices of bread with avocado sandwiched in between. All preparations done, she headed to her usual spot by the roadside.
On arrival, she noticed a crowd gathered all staring to the east. Doing the same, she saw a team from Kenya Power and Lighting Company(KPLC). With several heavy trucks plus one with some heavy machine, they were pulling out all electricity poles.
Apparently they were removing all possible means for those at the slums to ‘steal’ power from the rich who pay for it. After finishing with the east, they shifted to the south in attempts to sweep it clean of all electrical poles.
“This explains the lights out,” she thought to herself.
After neatly and systematically arranging the avocados, she realized she had forgotten the price labels. She had to go back home and fetch them. This she did in a jiffy. On her way back, she met two pretty young girls. From the look of things, they most definitely were in high school.
“Leo hawa watu wa mabati wamepata dawa yao!” They said jovially amid giggles.~today these poor people have received what they deserve!
“Yeah, walikuwa wamezoea vibaya!” the other girl retorted as they both happily headed their way.~yeah,they had gotten too comfortable.
Her heart dropped as she stood there watching them disappear to their great apartment. She could not believe her ears. These young girls were happy at the misfortune of their fellow beings.
Sadly and demoralized she headed for her avocados and placed the labels at their rightful places. Standing there, she heard several similar comments from passers by. Apparently they (the rich who pay for electricity via electrical meters) were very happy that their counterparts were going to be in pitch darkness while their side of the town was well lit.
“If these people who live next to us are this ecstatic at our misfortune, how do we expect the politicians, who are on a whole new level in terms of wealth, to understand the struggles we face down here?” She dejectedly thought to herself.
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