Yesterday as I did some shopping in Ntinda before heading to Kisasi, electricity decided to play hide and seek on us all. In fact it was not even shopping, I was getting my copy of Boss Baby. And then it all went off in the middle of the copying. I had prepared an awesome night in advance. Watch Boss Baby together with my elder brother and his girlfriend and make their night. Almost wanted to scream, “Not today Satan, Not Today!” Before I remembered that I am an agnostic and I have not stepped in Church in a long while.
One hour, two hours, that’s when it finally sank in that this thing called power was not about to be back. By this time, my Samsung has blacked out. These phones are just not loyal. And it was my Iphone that saved the day.
I made myself a quick supper. By this time, I am doing almost everything in half-darkness-half light. As I head to bed, I tell myself that I must wake up based on whims and intuition. My alarm that is dependent on the phone won’t be buzzing. Thank goodness I sleep by the road-side. So I can judge when morning has arrived by the intensity of the cars on the road. Time and again, a lonely car passed around that made me awaken thinking I had slept past time.
I finally woke up, showered, dressed up, all done in darkness. Muscle memory is real. How I did all these things in darkness is proof that my IQ is out of this world. Despite advances in artificial intelligence, human stupidity still wins.
Anyway, as I got to Social Media, I was met with rants and the usual cries. Then a thought finally hit me. Maybe someone was working on this problem throughout the night.
You see, time and again, we forget the daily sacrifices other people make to sustain our lives. Those sacrifices are sometimes or usually more visible in the science fields than the arts.
Let’s suppose that there was a fault at one of the Hydro power plants that resulted in the breakdown. It’s likely there was no more than a given number of technicians and engineers on the night shift. This then implies that in a bid to resolve the fault, other engineers had to be called in from their homes in the wee hours of the night. These men and women abandon their families, spend less time with them, these are all sacrifices they make in order to power our lives. May be sometimes before we complain, we should have it at the back of our minds that somebody has put their lives on the lines to give us this luxury we take for granted.
Let me complain less.
For these engineers, work-life balance will always remain a myth.