When alternative becomes superlative (NEPA aka PHCN)

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babies say it before they can say daddy;
how were we to know if Arsenal Beat Man-U?
Now plan B is a statement of class
when all we get billed for is a camera's flash.

Armed with my jerry-can to the station I run,
my choice sometimes diesel or often black gold,
my own share of the ozone layer is gone,
'global warming', 'climate change' ... Ah! what pun.


Notes:
Many toddlers born in Nigeria learn the popular cry "NEPA" that follows the very frequent power failures. -And the most painful part of the power failure is having to miss an important soccer match.
Plan B refers to the generators which are an essential domestic commodity for power or light as its popularly called.
The Black gold originally refers to crude oil, but the unleaded Nigerian petrol(gasoline) sometimes has a golden color and is what is referred to here.
Tha last line, ah, what pun refers how the commoner feels, since he gets comfort from burning fossil fuels he doesn't care about all the "Big Words" used to describe the effect of burning these fuels. The feeling expressed here is disdain.

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