One of the hardest things for me about Nigeria is the electricity – or lack of electricity. On a good day we get about 12 hours of electricity at our house. In the past they would either turn it on from midnight to noon or noon to midnight, at least that is what they tell you. In reality it comes and goes with no rhyme or reason. This week it has been especially bad. We have only been getting power for a few hours a day.
When we do get power the voltage is usually low, on average 160 volts. We are supposed to get 220 volts. Everything runs on 220 volts so when it is low things tend not to work properly. Sometimes it is low as 100 volts, which is not useful at all. It can also spike to over 300 volts which is even a bigger problem. Therefore, everyone has voltage stabilizers.
On a different note I am trying to get the power sorted out at our largest CARE centers in a village outside of Jos. Part of that process is for the power company to come out and do a survey of our buildings and then advise us on what we need for meters. Today I was told that we either had to wait until they could find a vehicle to come in or we could go and pick them up and bring them to the site. Basically to get timely service we have to go and get them from their office and take them back. This arrangement did not seem to bother our Nigerian center leader, but it is driving me crazy – a class of cultures.
We try hard to be thankful for what we have, it could be worse, but many times it is easier to complain.
“Rejoice in the Lord always and again I say rejoice”