Any time it clocks 9.00 p.m. I always find myself reflecting back the sad events that took place some few months a go.We were seated at the table, ready to bless the meal, when all over sudden, we heard a loud bang from outside, followed by wild screams, then silence.
We got so terrified and remained as stiff as a rod, with our eyes widely opened, almost getting out of their sockets. My brother gained the courage and rushed out very first to go and check what had happened.
Immediately, he came back to the house panting so hard, breathing halfway and could not construct a sentence. We rushed out of the house, only to see flames of fire that had surrounded what some minutes earlier we would have called houses.
They had been reduced to ashes.There was lots of confusion as we did not know where to start from,as the choking smoke had engulfed the place and it forced people to keep off as we would have collapsed as a result of insufficient air.
Situation would have at least been better, had the fire brigade people responded immediately. The victims were left with nothing to call property. They spent sleepless nights out in the cold for several days.
Later, the Kenya Red cross Association provided them with tents and bedding to cover themselves with, clothes to wear for comfort were also provided.
Still, some people succumbed to sicknesses related to cold and they were unable to fight them. As a result, they ended up kicking off the bucket of life.
