It’s about 7pm in the evening. I am from supper. Since my day was a little bit “long” and tiresome, I don’t feel like meeting anyone to talk “mushenee”,so I head straight to the school main hall. I have to attend a drama meeting for some rehearsals. I must hurry up to keep time.
Just when am about to enter the main hall,there is a blackout. No power in the school. The generator is in a sorry state .I really can’t comprehend the confusion. From where I am standing I can clearly see the flashlights of dim torches at the main catering unit. Comrades are still having supper. Comrades must eat “na kwani boss iko nini?”
I am joined by my good friend let me call him Johnson- not his real name.My fellow crew member. From the way he sounds I can tell he is happy because of the blackout.
Have you ever realised how active people are in darkness??? May yes or maybe not .We are Joined by other drama crew members who come from nowhere .Its dark I can’t see far with my dim “mulika mwizi lights “.We are almost a group of ten.Very active people in darkness. Mushenee is the main thing.
Suddenly from one side I hear voices… They become noises. Chants of Comrades. What crosses my mind is the need for electricity.” Comrades, power!!!!!!!”That’s the slogan.
The next moment was ,I was leading the comrades.”Tunataka stima!!!!!!!!!!!”.The crowd was now swollen.The war had now began. The next time I realised there were lights everywhere. The generator that had mechanical problems was corrected in no time. The night of comrade power. How powerful.