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It was Price of generators in Nigeria about 5:00am in the morning. I was still trying to get as much sleep as I could possibly afford since I had struggled to sleep the previous night. I had gone to bed about midnight as I kept awake and waited to switch off the stand-by electric generator. It was usually difficult to sleep without the fan or an air conditioning system to cool the house. Most of the houses are masonry which has high thermal mass. The building fabric stores much of the heat from the blazing sunlight during the day.

It was not long after I had switched off the generator that my room temperature rose to non conducive level as the heat stored in Buy generators in Nigeria the wall fabric was being released into the rooms. Although I opened all the windows, it was still difficult to sleep. Electricity supply from the government was hardly available on most days of the week, and sometimes, non for weeks. Most families who have the means bought stand-by electric generators that gave their family light when they needed it. Others that could not afford to buy a generator stayed in darkness and bore the inconvenience. It was only much later in the night, when the room temperature began to drop, that I fell asleep.

I could hear in my sleep the sound of people going about their morning chores. I could hear the noise from cars as they were being warmed up for the day's business. The noise from running tap water told me that kids from the neighbouring houses were in my compound fetching water. It is the custom in my state, as in other parts of the country, for every house owner to drill his or her own water borehole and insert a submersible pump to bring water to the surface. It was not every house owner that could afford this and so those that could not, would depend on the magnanimity of those that have water borehole. I am fortunate to own my own water borehole and had instructed my gate security person to allow neighbouring kids to fetch water. Hopefully sometime in the future, the government will live up to her responsibilities and provide water for all its citizens.

I managed to open Cost of generator in Nigeria the corner of my eye and could get the glimpse of the rising sun. I whispered to myself that it was time to get up from the bed for the day's business. In any case, with the background noise, it would be almost difficult to catch any more sleep. I got up from my bed and got my family together for our morning prayer, as our custom is. The morning sun has a constant routine. At exactly the same time everyday, it rises from the same spot and sets from another spot at the same time. The hours for day and that of night are almost equally balanced and predictable. The day does not stay longer, as in the summer; nor the night come earlier as in the winter. The temperature is predominantly warm all the year round.

I had just finished having a cold bath and dried my body with a towel. I noticed that I was beginning to sweat already. I don't normally apply any cream to my body for this reason as doing so would normally increase the sweat. I would normally take a spare shirt in my briefcase any day I decided to go to work by public transport. The reason being that the shirt I wore may not survive to be worn in the office for the day. The spare shirt had come to my rescue on many occasions as I shall narrate here.

This day, I decided to go to work by public transport. The taxis operate in two systems of service. One system is called 'special drop' where a passenger picks a taxi to any specific location decided by the passenger. The fare for this is normally more expensive compared to the second system. The second system is where the taxi drivers decide on the route to run. Passengers going in the direction of the route are free to join and drop off anywhere along the route. The taxi driver would normally carry the full capacity of the taxi along the route. The fare is cheaper because it is shared among all those that enter the taxi along that route.

Today, I am not using 'special drop'. I entered a taxi going in my workplace direction. I was the second person to enter in the back passenger seat so I sat in the middle space. As the driver drove off, he was waved down by a young man in a coverall. As the young man squeezed himself into the last seating space in the back passenger seat, I noticed that he was probably a mechanic as he was holding some spanners. His coverall was full of black greasy substance.

I could not prevent the driver from picking a passenger, but I could drop off if I felt I Generator prices in Nigeria was being made uncomfortable. My first instinct would have been to vacate the taxi but this passenger with coverall had already sat beside me before I took a proper look at how dirty his coverall was. I knew at that moment that my shirt may not survive for use in the office. I was a bit relaxed knowing that I had a spare shirt in my briefcase. All I wanted was for the car to get to my location as fast as was possible so I could drop off.

As we drove along the route, the road was very busy and noisy. Blast of vehicles' horn filled the atmosphere. Taxi drivers use their vehicle's horn to draw the attention of waiting passengers. Everybody moving on the roads seemed to be in haste. The whole environment looked chaotic. There was traffic jam at every junction. The traffic lights were not working because there was no electricity. Every driver depended on individual instinct and discretion to drive through the junction. Each driver tried to beat the next driver at manoeuvring through a junction. Hawkers used the opportunity provided by the drivers' impatience and the long traffic jam to sell handkerchiefs to sweaty vehicle occupiers. Some areas of constant traffic jam have been converted to mini-markets where hawkers sell different items to helpless passengers.