The Masquerade on the Power Line

Ajulo David

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Tuesday 11 August 2026

The Masquerade on the Power Line

The Masquerade on the Power Line

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‎They brought us light—

‎wrapped in grammar,

‎delivered in excuses,

‎and billed in prophecy.

‎

‎GenCos beat their drums:

‎“Power has been generated!”

‎Thunder answers from afar,

‎but our bulbs remain spiritually disconnected.

‎

‎DisCos, custodians of darkness,

‎smile like village chiefs at harvest:

‎“No meter? No wahala—

‎we shall estimate your happiness.”

‎

‎Happiness!

‎Measured in candles and curses,

‎in generators that roar like wounded lions,

‎while fuel drinks deeper than sorrow.

‎

‎Then comes the sacred procession,

‎from the archives of signatures,

‎under the calm pen of Goodluck Jonathan—

‎a covenant was signed,

‎half policy, half prayer,

‎fully profitable… to someone.

‎

‎But wait,

‎see them now!

‎

‎Masquerades emerge from the shrine,

‎heaven’s representatives on earth,

‎dancing upon naked distribution lines,

‎their raffia skirts humming with voltage.

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‎They perch playfully on transformers,

‎scratching their deified masks

‎with dead wires—

‎wires that once carried hope,

‎now retired into silence.

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‎“Is this the light you promised?”

‎one masquerade laughs,

‎teeth glowing brighter than the grid.

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‎Another swings from pole to pole,

‎mocking the current that never comes,

‎declaring to the ancestors:

‎“Even spirits now subscribe to darkness!”

‎

‎Below, the theater continues:

‎

‎GenCos lament like widows,

‎“We are owed!”

‎DisCos protest like saints,

‎“We have no meters!”

‎Government chants politically,

‎“Take another bailout, let peace reign.”

‎

‎And the people,

‎the faithful subscribers to confusion—

‎sit beneath this masquerade festival,

‎paying for shadows,

‎renewing darkness monthly.

‎

‎Estimated billing has become divination:

‎“You shall pay for what you did not see,

‎for what did not come,

‎and for what may never exist.”

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‎Even the masquerades are amused

‎for once, humans have outperformed spirits

‎in the art of illusion.

‎

‎So tell me,

‎is this electricity,

‎or a sacred line masquerade?

‎

‎Where wires are altars,

‎darkness is tradition,

‎and every month,

‎we all gather ‎to pay homage

‎to the gods of nothing.

‎

‎(C) 2026 David Ajulo

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