Adult Education 1
It's one thirty in the morning and I am awake. I am about to settle into what I hope is at least 3 hours of study. My cup of coffee (Starbucks' Viva instant coffee brand - no, it is NOT available in Lagos) sits on the table, steam swirling lazily from it. Without the coffee, my aspirations for tonight will never be realized. I love the solitude and near silence of the wee hours - except that in the recent years, that silence is gone, shattered by the incessant "pepper-grinder" sounds of the "silent" generators in the neighbourhood - ours inclusive!. Our perennial "powerless" state makes the possession of a generator a necessity. The night gives me the space I need, the sense of being alone and the time to sort through the jumble of my thoughts and ideas, dreams and aspirations, plans and hopes. And it also, usually means that neither husband nor kids are making any demands. Usually! Tonight, all of them chose to be awake AND demanding of my time an...