It was no longer rumours, rather, it had become stale gist hanging in the air...the hike in fuel price, three months ago, had made men stock their houses with jerry cans of fuel in their different sizes, ranging from 5 litres to 50 litres, as their pockets could handle.
This was the scene at Mr Williams house, on that fateful Sunday Afternoon. Ben, his 11 yr old boy, such a curious one was carrying out an experiment he had learnt from school, those "don't try it at home experiments", the experiment was at its final stage, all it needed was a bit of solvent, "what would be a better solvent, if not petrol?", he asked aloud.
Straight to the backyard, he took just a little, screwed the cap of the can back and left to continue his experiment.
Six hours later, while the family sat to have dinner, Bisi, the house maid was two blocks away, gisting with Iya Tunde, the pepper seller, when....BOOM!!!... A large pillow of Fire and Smoke with the remainings of the house was seen scattered in the air. That was the last, seen of the Williams...
Few days later, when the area was searched for the cause of the fire explosion, it was discovered that one of the jerry cans was leaking, spilling petrol, then, there was a spark from a naked wire which ignited the leaked petrol, straight to the other jerry cans that were full of petrol arranged side by side...
PLEASE NOTE: Let us be careful in the way we store our fuel..Check your jerry cans regularly, for any defect or leakage, make sure the caps are tightened properly.
"Dear friend, I pray that you may enjoy good health and that all may go well with you, even as your soul is getting along well."1 John 1:2, NIV
