As a country, we are so used to being served and serving mediocrity, such that even when our rights are trampled on, we simply mumble amongst ourselves for a while and then, as we like to say, accept and move on.
It is 8.30pm on a Wednesday as I write this. There’s a blackout where I live. For the last two months or so, the power has been going off every day, each time staying off for hours. We once stayed without electricity for two days in spite of reporting the incident to Kenya Power.
Staying in the dark has started to become a way of life for us and our neighbours, part of our daily grind, such that we have become indifferent to these power outages. If we have electricity, fine, if we don’t, fine. I say this because just a few days ago, while in darkness as usual, the lights flickered back on. The electricity had been off for most of the day, and had returned for a few hours towards evening and then went off again at around 7.30pm, only to make a comeback a few minutes to 9pm.
