One day not so long ago, I woke up and there was no power in my home. That meant no water for a bath and no way to cook breakfast.
My building in Lusaka, Zambia, does not have a generator, and the landlord has not yet been convinced of the value of solar panels.
I was wrong. When I got there at 8:30 a.m. there was no power. I spent the day running errands and attempting to work in cafes and got very little done. When I decided to return home at 4:30 p.m., there was still no power.