I was the only one at home at that time, and I was called to pick a pack of noodles and make it for myself as lunch since the wife was not coming home anytime soon. I was used to the kitchen, but I had never used their gas cooker, so I walked into the kitchen, picked out the pack of noodles, looked at how sophisticated the double gas cooker appeared on the kitchen desk, and instantly gave up. I decided to go and buy bread and 'mineral' (Coca-Cola) instead, but as I walked out of the house, I remembered that cooking the noodles would save my money, so I headed back to the kitchen.
Hold on,
The people I was staying with were not my family; they were a family that got fond of me while I was schooling and decided to welcome me into their house. So at that time, I was living with them while undergoing a function in the city.
As I got to the kitchen, I began to search for a matchbox or a lighter, but I couldn’t find any. Meanwhile, I had already turned on the gas cooker. I searched for the matches to light it up, but I still couldn’t find any. After many searches in all the chambers of the kitchen, I gave up and decided to go for the bread and mineral.
Evening came, they returned, and just like a movie scene, the husband rushed to the kitchen with speed as if he kept something there that no one was supposed to see.
“Kingsley, come!” His voice echoed authoritatively from the kitchen. I knew there was trouble because that wasn’t his normal voice.
“Yesssssss!” I ran to the kitchen only to meet everywhere filled with the smell of gas.
“Hmmm, is gas leaking or where is this smell coming from?” I asked, sniffing and trying to find where the gas was leaking from.
“So you didn’t know you turned on the gas and left it like that? How could you do something like that? You've been inside this house; gas has circulated everywhere and you didn’t know too. You want to burn down my house? With this gas flare everywhere, just a spark of fire will burn down this house!” he voiced out with his voice filled with anger but also with some correctional tone. I was just dumbfounded because it was hard for me to believe that the gas cooker did not use matches or a lighter to be lit; it works just by igniting it from the switch.
He noticed I didn’t know the gas cooker worked like that from the way I was dumbfounded, so he tried to calm down his anger and began to practically explain to me how it works.
I was lucky that day because it wasn’t his wife that first discovered the mistake; if not, it would have been something else, and because I was at fault, I wouldn’t have been able to challenge her.
Thanks for reading.
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