I wheeled out my bicycle from our house unto the dirt path beside
the highway, slowly, as I steered clear from the incoming trucks and cars that
sped away. I turned to one side and started accelerating parallel to the
highway. Each vehicle that passed me sends me angry dusty winds. I wobbled the
first few times the air slapped me – right on the face, hard – but I continued
to ride on, my balance in check.
Further on, as I pedaled to my heart’s desire, I felt
ecstatic to be on a newly-painted, well-oiled bicycle with air-filled wheels,
soft new seat and new rubber handlebars. Maybe I should buy myself a bike when I
get back to university.