I remember the first time I was trapped in a fire. It was in final year, during the period of project. My roommate suddenly yelled while I was in the bathroom, but I took it as one of her usual drama.

The only thing I noticed was the growing heat, and it was when I came out that I noticed the smoke.

By then, the growing fire had spread to the only door out and Nancy grabbed my towel. "We'll die o! Heii, Jesus!"

She didn't even tell me how it happened, but luckily, the security men were around so the fire was quickly put out. It was later she showed me her burnt hand and told me she was trying a new way of frying plantain when the fire started.