I will never forget this particular generator,the very first my dad bought back then in those days... I wonder how it got the name I better pass my neighbor,whoever came up with that name must really be one sarcastic fellow. Just as that funny name implies,whoever got this gen back in those days was considered a big man,abi shey i lie? I know I've got a witness here馃榾
Well my ordeal started when this gen started giving us problem,I thank God the gen is no more common,maybe I will still be a victim of this gen's problem. Mehn! There were days we were practically begging this gen to please work and serve us,shebi we bought it to serve us,we didn't now understand how the gen became a king overnight so much so that we began to to service it like they do to all these little gods that demands for Palm oil...woh! those day weren't funny.
I can count some nights when we had to stay up late just to beg this gen to work. My dad will draw and draw this gen (forgive my english馃榾) till all his energy get sapped and you know me this small boy don't have enough power to draw this gen then as we all looked up to daddy as our saviour,if the gen decides no to answer our saviour then we all will have to surrender.
I will never forget what this gen did to me on one fateful day when we took it for repair and servicing to someone we considered an expert who stayed far from our home. It happened that the guy worked in it and it began working super fine then I carried it on my head all the way to my father's house who had been waiting patiently for our degenerator 馃槂...
On getting home,I gave it to our saviour who seem to understand how to start this gen to work afterall we have appeased it by performing the usual ritual of repair and servicing,abi weytin you say make I talk. Daddy then decided to start it and then the gen which we thought we had serviced and repaired that worked super fine before I left the mechanic shop began to misbehave,we pulled and pulled and pulled,all to no avail. If no for the trust dad had for me,he would have assumed I didn't take it to the mechanic shop and that I probably spent the money for the repair and servicing..
The long and short of this jaw opening experience was that I had to carry the gen on my head back to the mechanic village..it was such a painful experience as I dare not even carry the gen anyhow,it still has to be handled with care lest it develops additional fault that will cost us unnecessary money..has this gen not become god just like I said?
Thank God the story is not the same anymore,the gen manage to serve for few years before dad got a bigger gen that gave us peace and rest. So each time I go home and see this tiger gen where we packed and neglected it,I can't but smile at those really frustrating days.
Oh I almost forget to tell you how I came across this particular one I used for my cover image. Yes,it belongs to my boss and funny enough this particular one has been serving him without any issue,it really surprising,could this just be luck or what?
Thanks for reading till the end,I hope you enjoyed the ride down to this point...smiles.
