You know that emotion when your phone battery hits 1% and you're miles from home? Now imagine that happening to an entire city of 20 million people. That's exactly what happened to Lagos last November, and nobody who lived through it will ever forget those 72 hours.
I was at Yellow Chilli in Lekki when the lights went out. One moment, I'm arguing with my friend about whether Wizkid or Burna Boy is better (it's Burna, by the way), and the next moment, total darkness. Not just the restaurant. The whole street. The whole neighborhood. The whole Lagos.
"NEPA don do us again," someone shouted from the back. We all laughed. Classic Nigerian optimism, right? We're so used to power cuts that we've turned them into comedy material. But this time, nobody was laughing for a long time.
The blackout started at 7:43 PM on a Friday evening. Rush hour. Victoria Island was gridlocked, Ikeja was chaos, and the Third Mainland Bridge was its usual nightmare. Then suddenly, every traffic light in Lagos went dark simultaneously.
My Uber driver, Uncle Femi (yes, I call him uncle now, we spent six hours together that night), told me he'd been driving in Lagos for fifteen years and had never seen anything like it. "Even during the fuel scarcity of 2012, we still had some light somewhere," he said, navigating by the dim glow of car headlights and phone flashlights.
The official story from the Transmission Company of Nigeria was "technical difficulties." But people weren't buying it. Social media erupted with theories, some said it was a cyber attack, others blamed vandals, and a few conspiracy theorists on Twitter were convinced it was somehow related to the upcoming elections. My favorite theory came from my aunt in Surulere who called to tell me it was "spiritual warfare" and I should pray.
If you've never experienced a Lagos blackout, you haven't heard true panic. Within thirty minutes, every generator seller in the city was sold out. I'm talking about those big Mikano generators that cost more than some people's annual salary. People were buying them like they were going out of style, which, given the circumstances, I suppose they were.
My neighbor, Mr. Adeyemi, paid ₦850,000 for a generator that usually costs ₦450,000. "What can I do?" he said, shrugging. "My wife's freezer has three cows inside. Fresh from the abattoir this morning." The next day, the whole compound smelled like suya because they had to roast everything before it spoiled.
The fuel scarcity that followed was even worse. Queues stretched for kilometers. People abandoned their cars in lines overnight, sleeping in them to hold their spot. The black market fuel sellers, those guys with jerry cans by the roadside, were charging ₦2,500 per liter. Highway robbery, literally.
But here's the thing about Lagos: for every story of exploitation, there were ten stories of people looking out for each other.
The mama put-put in my area opened her generator to the whole street. "Come and charge your phones," she announced. "Free of charge. But you must buy pure water or gala." Fair deal, if you ask me. Her shop became the neighborhood gathering point. People who hadn't spoken in months were suddenly best friends, united by their dead phone batteries and the need for light.
The hospitals were hit hardest, though. My cousin works at Lagos State University Teaching Hospital, and she sent voice notes that made my heart break. Life support machines running on generators. Surgeries postponed. Mothers delivering babies by flashlight. The government sent mobile generators to the major hospitals within hours, but those first few hours were terrifying.
Chioma, my friend from the restaurant, is a banker. She told me her branch had to shut down completely, no internet, no computers, no way to process transactions. "You should have seen people's faces when we said they couldn't withdraw cash," she said. "One man nearly cried. He needed to pay his daughter's school fees.
Twitter was absolutely wild. Nigerians, being Nigerians, turned the whole situation into meme material. Someone created a fake "Lagos Darkness Challenge" where people posted the most creative things they did in the dark. The winner was a guy who claimed he finally organized his wardrobe by touch alone.
But beneath the jokes, there was real frustration. #FixNigeriaPower trended for three days straight. People shared videos of politicians' houses lit up like Christmas trees while regular neighborhoods sat in darkness. The hypocrisy was jarring.
Instagram became a documentation of suffering; melted ice cream, spoiled food, sweltering nights without AC or fans. One video that went viral showed a woman in Ajah who had just stocked her shop with frozen fish worth ₦3 million. All spoiled. She just sat there, crying quietly while her husband tried to comfort her.
When the lights finally came back on Monday morning, the celebration was real. People actually clapped. Children ran outside screaming "Light! Light!" like they'd witnessed a miracle. In a way, I suppose they had.
But the aftermath was sobering. Economists estimated the blackout cost Lagos alone over ₦50 billion. Businesses shut down, perishable goods lost, productivity destroyed. The small business owners felt it most, those people operating on razor-thin margins who couldn't afford to lose even a day's income.
My barber, Segun, had to throw away all his hair products; the heat had ruined everything. "I'm starting from scratch," he told me, attempting a smile. "But God is faithful."
That weekend taught Lagos something important: we're more vulnerable than we think. This city of hustle and ambition, this economic powerhouse of West Africa, can be brought to its knees by something as simple as electricity failure.
But it also reminded us of our resilience. We adapted, we helped each other, we found solutions. Because that's what Nigerians do.
Uncle Femi, my Uber driver turned friend, said it best as we finally reached my house that Friday night: "This country will test you, but it will never break you. We're too stubborn for that." Survival is it's own form of victory.
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