In Darkest Africa

I didn't want to get in on the power outages thing, but who can resist it?

There have to be people who love it:

Criminals, of course, love it to bits. They run around acquiring geysers, just to be able to switch them on. By now they probably have contacts on the "inside" to let them know where and when the outages will occur. (They are probably the only ones who do know!)

Cell phone companies must be making a killing out of teenagers.

"Hi....so wacha doing?"
"Dunno....I can't see..."
"Wanna chat?"
"Sure, what else is there to do? Does your father mind?"
"Who cares ... he can't see where I am."
"But he can hear ... where's he?"
"Inside somewhere, trying to find his cell phone in the dark. Tee-hee."
"He'll kill you!"
"If he can find me."

And, of course, families are talking to each other now:

"WHO LEFT THE SEAT UP?!!"
"I did. Precaution. To drain. Couldn't see if it was hit or miss."
"Then SIT! Urine big trouble if you do it again."

Not so nice for:

The little birds. They find these great new apartments in the street lights, then crap themselves when the lights suddenly come on ......
Which brings us to the panelbeaters. They're not so sure. They have the business, but not the power.....

Or, of course, for Thabo Mbeki's African Renaissance, which excluded more power plants in its vision for the future. Where will he be when the lights come on? All gone ....

And Zuma? Where will he be ...? Quite probably, where he shouldn't be. But then, it was dark ...how was he to know when the lights would come on? An innocent mistake.

Perhaps it's just an Equity thing - like there have to be twice as many dark hours as light hours in a day ...? I don't know;I'll read the Bill again ...when I can see it.