My Fan Rolled Again
The day is going as planned, unlike yesterday that I faffed most of the day. I was busy with my tutorial when I heard a knock on the door, I headed straight to the door. It was the NEPA guy (we never get used to calling them PHCN), then he asked for the bill, which I produced. He goes, you guys have outstanding payment and I’m here to disconnect your line, I tried to explain to him that the outstanding bill is from past years of which we weren’t here as at the time.
Our NEPA guy looked at me and said let’s leave business aside for now, “are you married?” I felt like asking if he was alright, but I comported myself “that has got nothing to do with the bill or disconnecting our line” I responded. He asked for my name and I told him, then he asked for my number which I refused bluntly.
He said he is going to disconnect the line and left,
as if not giving him my number helped him make his decision. I stepped back into the room,
picked up my phone and called my mum. I guess a neighbour heard my conversation via the phone, he stepped out from his apartment.
On getting where the guy was, opposite my street he was writing a report I don’t understand. My neighbour explained same thing I had explained earlier to him. You know how they behave when you are trying to get them not to show themselves. He did not respond, he continue writing the report as if his life depended on it.
The house we stood in front of, the occupants were explaining to him that the person with the bill is not around. I’m like don’t you guys have a record of your own. I noticed the guy on the pole asking if they have dropped something tangible. The house occupants raised 700 naira to bribe them. They still threaten to disconnect the line because the bribe is not enough. Of which I am sure they knew this building is not owing.
Another woman was ranting and almost crying because her line has been disconnected.
She paid just yesterday to the same NEPA guy. He claimed she has outstanding payment.
When I heard her own story, I knew there’s nothing we can say to stop this guys.
Then another guy alighted from a bike, he seemed to be the boss.
My neighbour approached him to explain, having noticed he was in charge. Then I interrupted, he looked at me for a while and said, the only reason we won’t disconnect this line is if you guys find us something.
Then it became clearer and defined. I left the bill with my neighbour and left for my apartment. I did not mind, I continued my tutorial. After a while my neighbour called out, he said they finally disconnected the line. I acted like I can survive without light anyways.
It dawned on me it’s for real when I noticed the light has been restored in the neighbourhood and we don’t have light. I couldn’t concentrate on my tutorial anymore. Of a sudden it seemed as if the room is hotter, then I noticed my fan is not rolling and might not roll for a while if nothing is done. I got so uncomfortable.
Not long I heard another neighbour said he has called a guy to come connect the line, but then he decided against it because he felt the Landlady should have sorted out this outstanding bill, long ago. I started praying, so as to see my fan roll again. Then he called out that the illegal connector is around.
Just then the thought of having light made me think of food,
I picked up myself, off to the street to get stuffs to cook.
Wahlah! On getting back the line has been connected illegally,
who cares how it was connected.
It is true that there is nothing as heart breaking as, knowing
your neighbour has light and you don’t.
Here I am looking at my ceiling fan roll again, what a joy.