The morning after fire struck 

Woke up this morning at my friend’s/neighbor’s (UO and EV-A) with a little more body pains than usual. The sound of the night had been replaced by their neighbor’s generator noise and I’d slept in starts and fits, Hypno’s work routinely interrupted by the thoughts of the incidence the day before.
My work day had been truncated by my phone ringing by 2:40 with a phone call from a strange number. My building’s guard was on the end of the line and he broke the news to me that my flat was currently on fire. After asking him to affirm what he meant, he mentioned that he’d seen smoke coming from my flat and I needed to get home quickly to open the door so they could get in. We’d thankfully left the key hidden somewhere on the staircase and after disclosing the location to him and confirming he’d taken the key, I got off the call and reached out to my flatmate(CE). I’d been with Tosin who’d immediately called the Lagos emergency service line (767) and provided them the necessary information. I hailed a cab and immediately headed home, alternating between calls to TO, CE and the guard till I was able to confirm the firemen had arrived.

I got home and found the compound filled with people from the neighborhood. My neighbors had evacuated almost all their property and cars out of the premises. After 3 firetrucks, the firemen had put out the fire and were spotting and spraying the parts of the roof that had embers to prevent the fire from starting again. The fire which began in my flatmate’s room had mostly been contained there, however as the roof had started burning, it had spread to my room and the sitting room consuming parts of the portions of the roof that protected them. I provided the necessary details, and spoke with the fire marshal who mentioned the fire started sequel to an electrical surge

My flatmate’s room was totally razed and he lost virtually everything and was only able to salvage a couple of fire singed documents. My documents and books mostly suffered water damage however most of my clothing were either damaged by the fire or the fire extinguishing activities. I just went over to pick up my Garri, the shirts I have left and slowly but surely, I’ll pick up the remaining pieces of my stuff and start again.


On death

2 of my closest friends recently lost father figures. TO lost his grandfather(Who he and his family had lived with since his dad died) 3 weeks ago(12th of April 2017). I’d been to see him at least thrice in the past couple months while he was sick and during my last visit(4 days before), i’d gotten him bananas(his favorite fruit) to try to get him to start eating again.

CE just told me his dad died today. I and his dad had spent many hours talking about a lot of things(we both liked classical music and travelling) and we often had many discussions surrounding those themes. There’s a vinyl record player we bought for him in February sitting in front of my TV. We’d been deliberating on how to get it prepped and delivered to him so he could enjoy listening to his vast collection of records.

Death i guess is a mysterious figure. Someone could be just a phone call away for so long until they’re no longer there. There are a million reasons not to constantly show people you love them as often as possible, and there’s one primary reason to. They could be gone for good at anytime. Pick up your phone and make that call. Agree to disagree and ignore all the trouble they usually bring(obviously if it takes away too much of your peace, you’ll need to prepare for this). People are messy and complicated and stressful( especially me) but if they’re really important, we’ll see through all of that and acknowledge that they love us even if they have the weirdest ways of showing it (Last year, I made some progress doing this with my immediate and extended families, but i’ve relapsed. I need to get back on that train).