Our sleep was interrupted around 1am with a loud cry of "Fire!", with my eyes still closed and my brain still booting I ran out of my room in Ibiam hall and by instinct I ran towards the stairs along the direction of other students moving in their numbers in fluid motion.
It was when I reached the corridor that overlooked little stalls opposite our hostel gate that my eyes and brain, now open and fully functional, beheld the scene that made my heart pound like Chinasa's mortar, IJ guys know better, the shops were engulfed in red-orange flames whose tips reached the clouds of heaven like Abel's sacrifice. First I let out a sigh of relief knowing that my hostel which housed more than 70% of the female students in UNEC was not the victim of the fire because I can't imagine having a story attaching us to the school authorities this exam period. Biko kwa.
But I joined my fellow students to express sympathy for all the Nwanyi oka, Nwoke electrician and nwanyi tailor whose goods were being sent up to God as Holocaust
From the safety of the third floor of my series in Ibiam hall I gave orders to the good citizens of Nigeria who came with their buckets to off the fire-trust IJ guys-to take water from the reservoir created by the pot holes infested road around the stalls. I watched as different girls play game of prediction as each tried to predict whether the fire will go off or consume the whole shop, some even went extra mile to predict the sequalae, whether the fire will start back or not after being extinguished. The fire was halted by the anti-fire in the buckets of the zealous guys. The story got less interesting as things  began to fall into place, the MEN were now praising their handwork and android people were busy getting snaps for tomorrow's gists and I made plans of returning to my room and continue my sleep-jacking.
I was still on my way when another bout of screams went up in the air and I had to turn back in the direction of the ladies that ran past me with fluid motion since none of them could answer my questions on "what is it again?" On reaching the scene the second time it was a show of "Fire fighters to the rescue" okay lemme give them a little credit, they came fast comparing to the distance of their station at Otigba to UNEC, but our hardworking brothers and ladies has done most of the work. Its alright, continue.
Anyway I returned to my room and having exhausted the "Fire" gist had one or two arguments on whether Catfish was from whale family or vice versa and drifted back to my sleep where "fire scenes" graced my dreams.
 I wish to thank the patriotic Brethren who came out en masse to help put out the fire, the ladies who were busy fetching free water with the opportunity-Diaris God o- and my sweet Ibiam queens who made my night interesting. God bless you all. I wonder what the fire men are still doing here, your sirens are disturbing my dreams oh!