But this seemed to the lamp a very shabby present, and the wind thought so too.

I really believe it went into the lamp.

"We would hear of children going out to the street and studying underneath street lamps, or literally coming to school with blackened noses because they'd been studying near kerosine lamps," she said.

Strangers looked upon it as lumber, but the old people did not care for that; they loved the lamp.

When the security forces cut the lights in one street, some enterprising residents managed somehow to bring them back on again.