Death. It’s the end of everything. Or maybe not – maybe the beginning of everything. Beginning or end, all or nothing, it’s unknown, nothing more so, and terrifying on that account if on no other, and it’s waiting, there’s no escape, except in thought (or thoughtlessness) – and that exit narrows…
A woman, Chinendu Ogu, who said she lived blocks away and sold abacha (cooked cassava flakes) around the area, said the fire must have raged for more than four hours.