When Brian Fried plantain — Fiction.

Brian, my one and only friend. Everyone in the whole street know us to be very tight friends. You can hardly see Brian without me. We are very close, seems close is even an understatement. We play together, gist, watch football together, argue and even cook together even though I'm the only one who eats, since Brian my dear friend is a robot.

I actually don't like his laugh, because each time we laugh and he laughs too, my own laugh will have to continue, because even his laugh his funny on its own, he laughs like a cracking iron sound.

And eventually though he lacks emotions and can hardly understand when I'm happy, sad, or angry, still he remains my dear friend. Just that he listens to instructions, when I'm not feeling too good and I ask him to give me space, he does, or when he talks too much and I ask him to shush his mouth, he complies.

Now, to the main gist. I was home one evening doing my thing when he came by. He met me in the sitting room playing PS, he wanted to join but I asked him to wait and allow me finish the match I was playing first. And because I don't want him to just sit down idle, I asked him to quickly help me fry plantain.

Had I known 🤦, swrs, it I had known I wouldn't have sent him.

Because even till now, I still don't understand how petrol and groundnut oil became the same thing. Ad he got to the kitchen, instead of picking up the bottle of oil, he went to carry the Jerrycan that has petrol inside it in the backyard. He's not even a stranger in my house, so I don't understand how he does not know the difference between petrol and groundnut oil.

That was show this my guy poured petrol inside the frypan and turned on the hotplate. I didn't even realize it on time, I was so focused on winning the match I was playing. If not for the choking smell and smoke, I quickly got up and rushed to the kitchen, I saw Brian, standing right there, the skin on his body already melting to reveal his shiny iron like parts. He didn't even care, he was still pouring the plantain inside the pan. And since the smoke isn't affecting him like me, he kept it in.

It's not even an experience to remember at all. If not for God's intervention and the neighbors that rushed in, not just the kitchen, but the whole house would have burnt down to ashes.

Ever since then, I've been very careful with the kind of command and instructions I give it. Even though he's a great friend and a very helpful one at that, his lack of emotions, human understanding and fear won't make him realize certain things and can lead him to cause damage or destroy things.

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