The first time, I maintained my focus and just kept working...trying not to laugh too hard at the insanity of the situation...but the second time it happened, I just let my mind fall back into the memories. Here I am, sitting innocently in the library working on far too many things all at once, when the electricity randomly goes off...the lights flicker as though they are fighting for their very life...and then finally, it all just comes to a halt and there is silence. Some people looking around in a dumbfounded manner...others pretending that nothing really happened. After a minute or two, all resumed and was well again in our comfy little library. However, then it happened again...the fight, the cessation of life, and the resurrection...and I couldn't help but remember all those times in Dakar when the same thing would occur...how many candle lit evenings did Cori and I have...or Ade and I for that matter...and a warm rush of feelings came over me...those were some of my favorite times...no distractions, just time to enjoy those around me and laugh at the situation.