On July 3, 2006 a large fire was set by a maize thief and gusty south winds blew the fire up into a firestorm on the southern edge of the village I lived in (Kantende). There was a house in the fire's path and, as it turns out, the occupants were home as the fire approached. You can here my stupid voice as us bystanders thought the thatch roof would catch fire... why it did not, I'll never know. The fire continued to burn and jumped the road in four places, burning into the field behind my hut. Several fields were lost as well as a small church's thatched roof.
Just one of those days in the dry season. When you're not sure if your own house and possessions might get torched along with several hundred hectares of surrounding bush.
rbz12run 2 years ago