INTRODUCTION:
It is no longer news that 300 series in Okeke Hostel of the University of Nigeria, Nsukka has gone up in flames. However, there are a number of things you may not know or most probably, you have heard but still do not believe. As a result of this, I have taken it upon myself to add mine to the many write-ups about the darkest of all Christmas in the history of the University of Nigeria, Nsukka.
THE DETAILS FROM MY PERSPECTIVE
On Wednesday, 23rd December, 2015 at about 8:00pm, I was about retiring for the day, haven returned early that night, when my friend and colleague in the department sent me a distress call, “Chibueze! Where are you? Please I need your help. My hostel is on fire.” On hearing her, I found myself wishing again I were a Superman (if it ever existed outside the world of dreams and fictions). Putting on all I had put off beforehand, I hurried to Isa-Kaita Hostel from the University’s Second Gate (you can never know the distance if you have not visited UNN). With each step I wished I could fly faster than I ran. Before I got to the scene, I had called as many persons as came to mind, even though some of them already heard and were all making moves to salvage the situation.
On arrival, I saw
It is no longer news that 300 series in Okeke Hostel of the University of Nigeria, Nsukka has gone up in flames. However, there are a number of things you may not know or most probably, you have heard but still do not believe. As a result of this, I have taken it upon myself to add mine to the many write-ups about the darkest of all Christmas in the history of the University of Nigeria, Nsukka.
THE DETAILS FROM MY PERSPECTIVE
On Wednesday, 23rd December, 2015 at about 8:00pm, I was about retiring for the day, haven returned early that night, when my friend and colleague in the department sent me a distress call, “Chibueze! Where are you? Please I need your help. My hostel is on fire.” On hearing her, I found myself wishing again I were a Superman (if it ever existed outside the world of dreams and fictions). Putting on all I had put off beforehand, I hurried to Isa-Kaita Hostel from the University’s Second Gate (you can never know the distance if you have not visited UNN). With each step I wished I could fly faster than I ran. Before I got to the scene, I had called as many persons as came to mind, even though some of them already heard and were all making moves to salvage the situation.
On arrival, I saw