Sitting in front of my computer, typing between phone calls. The printer hums beside me, lights flash on the photocopier behind. Information kiosks blink in the corner, the heater warms my toes. And in a flash it’s all gone. A power cut in Ireland.
An alarm shrieks in the sudden dullness. And in a minute folks start to gather. Figuring out how to contact Emergency Services without a landline. How to gather information without the switchboard. How to inform folks without the intercom. A plan quickly comes together – a mobile phone brings accurate information about the lightly duration of the problem. After a bout of jokes, work resumes in whatever shape is possible.
Power cuts in Nigeria are a bit different. For starters they happen several times a day – if you’re lucky. Cos if there are no power cuts - there’s a very good chance there was no power to cut. Blackouts are greeted with a wearied shrug, a shake of the head, and a flurry of window-opening. After a bout of jokes, work resumes in whatever shape is possible.