To put out a fire.
And it did. My entire neighborhood worked hard to put it out.
I had just finished washing my dishes and was preparing to bathe when I heard this noise. And all the women were making it. (It actually did sound just like a siren). Confused, I froze for about 30 seconds watching everyone run around. Someone said something in Bissa and pointed at yellow smoke coming from the opposite side of “my block”. Then I heard it “Feu!” and realized fire. I got scared because I have no clue how mud cement homes hold up in fires. Everyone was running with buckets. I grabbed my bucket of dishwater and ran. (Of course a girl came to “my rescue” because as a Nasaro you have no clue how to carry water). We ran around the corner following and followed by a crowd of people. Everyone was dumping water on the fire, it got bigger. Everyone shrieked. More people came with buckets. Men arrived on bikes and motos. The chief came. And finally it was over. Whew!
And then they noticed I was there. And everyone forgot about the fire. And for the rest of the night people discussed the fact I came to the fire with a bucket of water (just like everyone else mind you). No one said anything about an elderly blind man cooking, who started the fire.
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2 comments:
its like paparazzi with no cameras.
...give em what they want..a little LiLo drama.
(it'll take you a while to decode that one)
this is a really great post. it's like the perfect short story.
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