This was a problem we battled for long when suddenly we would have the power go off in some parts of the town while the others would enjoy the brightness for as long as they could. However, we had a 911 agent we would call whenever we had a phase off.
It was his job. Connecting and disconnecting lights, handling phase offs, and making sure everyone within the community was doing well, and enjoying the blessings of having the power up at every time. Even though the power supply was not so regular, he made sure that for every time it was restored, everybody within the community enjoyed it.
On the day we were sitted outside with my uncles, aunts, and my mum watching the sky, calamity struck.
The power came up, and the scream of “Up NEPA” filled the air as it was always been whenever the power was restored. We were so excited. But the excitement didn’t last long because the power went off five minutes later, but we found out that it was a phase off. And, before anyone grumbled, the head of the community had sent a messenger to our power supply 911 man in the community.
He had just returned from work about thirty minutes before the power issue and was barely settling in when the messenger from the community head knocked on his door. He knew exactly what happened, and as he finished eating, he stood up to go fix the power supply.
Thirty minutes later, the power was back up, and the noise of “Up NEPA” filled the air once again, but the noise was cut short by the turbulence that followed. It was the scream for help.
Our 911 power man got stuck up there and a spark happened, and then, he got burnt right up there.
The fire was burning while everybody was running around looking for ways to help. Sadly, we didn’t have a health 911 or fire fighters 911 to call. However, since it was a small community, the noise soon travelled far for all main switches supplying the homes be turned off, and that happened.
Few minutes later, the fire quenched, but it was already too late. Our power 911 man got burnt beyond recognition, and before they could reach the hospital, which was about forty-five minutes far from our town, he gave up the ghost.
Of all the risky jobs I know, being a power supply person scares me to the bone because of this one experience.
I used to like being in a field that has less female, and I wanted to badly be in the power supply team, but that experience changed my reasoning forever.
I’ve read of many of people who died or broke bones from falling off storey buildings at a construction site, and that is also another risky job, plus I’m not sure I like heights like that.
Being in the force is one very risky job too. I remember getting scared for one of my friends that was sent to war with my country’s bandits. I was so scared that I thought I would never see him again, but the compensation for that is the fact that even in death, he’ll be greatly honoured because he sacrificed his life for his country.
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Hello there, Omobola. Long time.
You see, doing anything that involves power scares me. I remember when we were kids, my cousins would often visit us. One day, while we were playing PES, the power suddenly went off. We realized it was just our house and that other people still had power.
One of my cousins tried to switch the lines. Honestly, I really do not know how it happened, the next time? He got stuck. Thankfully, our parents were there to save him.
It is sad what happened to your power supply man. Indeed, it is a dangerous job.
Thanks for participating.
Thank God your cousin got saved.Even though I still know how to change lines, and I do that when it's needed, there are limits to what I can do with power.
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