I was having a late evening conversation with my neighbor, Mr. Otieno, over the fence one Friday night. The power had just come back after a long blackout, and he was grumbling about how his compound floodlight had stayed on…
It was around 8:30 PM when the lights went out. Again. I was halfway through dinner, phone at 40%, and the fan had just stopped whirring. Outside, the neighborhood melted into pitch darkness. I remember looking out the window and…
It was around midnight when I got the call. “Benard, someone’s in the farm compound. The dogs are barking like mad.” It was my uncle, who owns a mid-sized farm near Kitale. He had recently installed a few solar lights,…
