Exactly one year today, also on a Sunday morning, at 1:37am, it was the 27th of October 2013. I was hearing noises like gunshots and cannons in my sleep and sluggishly woke up to check what it was. I had a look at every room in the apartment and everything seemed alright. At that point I was fully awake and understood the noise was coming from outside and not from my apartment as I thought. I looked out through the window and the whole outside was filled with people, police vans, ambulance, paramedics, fire service engines and a lot of screaming. At that first glance, I thought that someone was sick or maybe people were fighting. I decided to go down outside and know what was going on. Immediately I opened the door, fully developed fire greeted me! The fire moved into my apartment with a great force chasing me back. I now realised that our building was on fire. The lift and the landing were already burnt down and the fire was making its way to the flats. I lived at the last floor which was the 5th. The roof top was also burning. We were trapped. I thought that was the end for us. My son Priceless was 8 and his Sister Princess Star was 2 year old. I woke them up and gave Priceless a bottle of anointing oil we had on the dinning table to hold and told him to keep saying blood of Jesus. The fire had come into our apartment, from the roof and blazing into the sitting room where we were. I opened the windows and was screaming out calling on the fire service and police, shouting my children, my children. We are here, we are here I thought about throwing the children down from the window so the fire can maybe kill just me as it had already caught up with us. Fortunately, the fire service was already trying to align their cherry picker to our window. This was taking time but they kept re assuring me from down there that they will try and rescue us. The cherry picker finally came up to the window, I handed over my daughter to the fire fighter, then my son and managed to climb in myself. We were rescued! As soon as the cherry picker touched down, the fire blazed through the sitting room where we were standing and burnt it down. I was outside watching everything in the apartment burn down. Nothing remained. We came out bare footed wearing only the clothes we had gone to bed with. We have also become homeless. Having lost two marriages and living away from my home country, memories are very important to me and the very least of certain items mean so much to me as they help me preserve the thought of the times I once shared my life with someone. Certificates,memorable pictures, valuable letters, to name a few. Those items are gone for good and cant ever be replaced but we are okay and are still very grateful to be alive. Since that day, my life has taken a different turn. Looking back one year today, I can only be grateful to God for saving our lives and giving me especially a second chance. I thank him for the courage and strength he gave my children and I to stand against all odds and for giving us a brand new start. I am also very grateful to all of you who rushed to our aid showing us an overwhelming kindness and care. I so cant thank you enough. Thank you, thank you, thank You!
Posted on: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 04:22:44 +0000
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