CHRISTMAS DAY TRAGEDY

Christmas was bad for traders in the popular Sango Market, Ibadan as fire razed over 200 shops in the plank section of the market. The fire reportedly started around 3pm, burned for several hours and as at 8pm, it still hadn't been put out. According to information gathered, planks estimated at ‎over N250m was lost in the disaster.

The Oyo State Fire Service finally responded to the inferno and was seen racing towards Eleyele Water Works for a refill when it ran out of water.

A trader in the market said the fire started after he left his shop.

He said:

“Shortly after I attended to a customer who called me on phone, I had the call that the shops had caught fire”.

Another trader Mr. Afolabi said several sawing machines and other logging equipment were lost in the fire.

He added:

‎“Each time the vehicle left to refill water, we lost more shops because the fire would gain more ground. Don’t forget this is the time of the year when fire incidents are rampant because we are in the dry season.

More fire service vehicles are needed to forestall possible overnight fire here. As you can see, we now pay to bring water tanker to help the fire service men.”

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