My Fan

My brother chisom was a talented technician, he didn't learn a handwork related to that. It was just natural that he could have electronic devices working again after he had dismantled it and coupled it back.

The fan in the room where we both stayed usually had issues sometimes but he had been the one doing the repairs often.

During one particular day, we fought and he got mad at me, I also got bad at him to mention. And wouldn't let him touch anything that belonged to me.

During the early hours of the evening, the fan began to malfunction but instead of waiting for my elder brother to come handle it as always, I decided to prove that what he can do, I could do better.

I started work on the fan and after sever minutes of joining wires that I didn't know its functions, I plugged the fan for a test and surprisingly it let out a small spark but began to work. I saw the jealousy in my brother's eyes that night, but who cares.

I stood the fan close to my bed and slept with pride, not until I was knocked up by something that seemed like an aeroplane crash on my head. It was like a dream, the fan made weird noises.

I quickly sprang up and pushed the fan aside and ran out with fear.

I didn't touch the fan again for days and till now, I wouldn't touch that fan again, the mark it gave me is still on my head.