Do you know that moment when everything is enveloped in darkness, and the mysterious silhouette of a woman hovers over you? Fear begins to take root within you, with looming thoughts of impending destruction that you've yet to fathom. A sudden hum sends shivers down your spine, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. But alas, it's all in your imagination—a world you awaken to that seeks to steal your peace, yet you refuse to succumb to your inner turmoil until the lights on and banishes all fears. Finally, you exclaim, "Ah! NEPA!"

However, the respite is short-lived, and the joy of seeing everything in your small room and watching your favorite show on Netflix is fleeting. They toggle the power on and off as if it were a toy they were given to play with as children. At the NEPA office, they chant their slogan before restoring power, "You foolish people, we are about to turn on the light for you," and when they shut it off again, another slogan resounds, "Back to sender, all your curses are not for us." They grumble about their salaries, shifting the blame to the government. But it doesn't end there; they have a series of many other slogans they use before providing electricity to the community. They move from one neighborhood to another, extracting money even when they haven't fulfilled their duty of delivering power. Like pests, they feed on the people, leaving them in utter darkness.

The dismal state of NEPA leaves you in a state of half-sleep, half-wakefulness, and every moment spent with your gadgets requires a quick glance at the bulb. Even in your deepest slumber, as soon as your fan, which sounds like a grinding machine, kicks in without rhyme or reason, you instinctively reach for your phone, half-awake, and plug it in before aimlessly returning to your bed to resume from where you left off.

Illusion has gripped both the youth and adults alike. The moment the cry of "Up NEPA!" echoes through the neighborhood, everyone rushes to their windows to ask their neighbors the daunting question, "Is there light?" Even those whose switches are already on can't resist the urge to ask the same silly question. NEPA has indeed consumed the souls of Nigerians, where having electricity becomes a curse, and the curse persists even without it. Regardless of what NEPA does, they can't seem to satisfy you. Like a never-ending cycle, the struggles of Nigerians in perpetual darkness persist.

On most weekends, adults find themselves comparing their country to others and yearning for a nation where light illuminates every corner. Perhaps then, crime rates would decrease, and businesses would thrive even more. That's how they conclude their weekends, burdened by the state of Nigeria in their hearts. Every time the lights come on, when their moods align, they express gratitude with a simple, "Thank God." But NEPA remains unmoved; it's their domain, and whether you rejoice when you see the light or not, they remain undeterred. Change will only come when something else replaces them—perhaps solar power.