Where Is The Light? Poem by Babatunde Aremu

If you inhabit a foreign land
Or you are just coming inn
It may be strange to you
That we only enjoy
A minute light per day
Or not at all in a week.
It blinks unexpectedly
Like a twinkle star
And flashes away
Like thunder lightining
Never to be seen again.
Here, we are used to darkness
Here, light is not basic
If you want to get a steady light
Better purchase your generating set
Don't wait for their promises
Their 2014 is 2024, or never
They keep promising us steady light
As a pretext to rob us
Of our hard-earned wealth