Last night we were just finishing up a movie and about to turn off the TV when the doorbell rang. It was 10:30pm. We were two single females in a new neighborhood. We thought who would be ringing the bell at this time of night. Instead of going out to the gate of our compound we shouted “Who is there?” No one replied. Then it rang again several more times. We went out to the porch and asked again. Still no answer. We went inside the house and again it rang. We didn’t want to go out especially when there was no answer. Then Tata, the woman who lives with me, went into her room to look out her window to make sure no one was the back of our compound. Then I heard a loud buzzing and I looked up at where the doorbell box was. Then there was a big spark and it smelt like something was burning. I sent a text message through my cell phone to Steve and his wife, my new teammates living where I use to live. He called me right away and said that I could disconnect the wires to make it safer. I climbed up the metal ladder (with rubber shoes on) and clipped the wires. Again there was a loud spark and a burnt smell, but thankfully we could go to bed and not worry about a fire starting.
