How Bad Do You Want The Light?
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1999: Studying for my A-levels exams at home was tough.
Tough because NEPA would consistently interrupt my late night studies with darkness.
When that happened my Dad would tell me to turn on the Generator, which I eagerly rushed to do.
But now I was studying under the loud clangs of our noisy generator. And then just a few hours later, my Dad would instruct me to turn it off … as he always said “we had to conserve diesel” or my favorite “the generator has to rest.”
Back then there were no inverters, instead I had to switch to my tiny rechargeable lamp-radio combination device which allowed me study for a few more minutes until the battery cells dried up.
And when that happened, I instinctively switched to my kerosene powered lantern.
I still remember getting dizzy from the fumes of the lantern as I brought it dangerously close to my text-book to allow me read the small prints of Chemical symbols and Mathematical equations.
Not surprisingly 1999 was when my eyes started going bad, but I didn’t care. I needed the light. I was desperate for the light. I needed to pass.
And sometimes the lantern will burn all night as I stay up reading to the wee hours of the early morning. And soon the Sun rays would creep into my room allowing me to see my weary eyes in my bedroom mirror.
From NEPA to generators to rechargeable lamps to lanterns to Sunlight, I was addicted to the light. It did not matter what form it came in … as long as it was light I absorbed it. And because I was addicted to the light, I was able to reach the fabled light at the end of the tunnel.
So I ask … how bad do you want the light?
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