Finally, a bicycle owner, and how I almost lost my mind out of excitement.

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I welcome you to my blog. While growing up, I lived in a neighborhood where all the boys of my age grade owned bicycles except for me. Sometimes I was given money for lunch to take to school, but instead of eating in school, I came back home with the money and give it to one of the boys who owned a bicycle so they could let me ride as well.

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I loved bicycles then and would plead with any of them to carry me when they went riding. Sometimes I am lucky enough to get a ride, while sometimes I follow them on foot. I did not mind how far they were going. At least when they get to their destination, they'll be tired and allow me to ride around; this is the major reason I follow them around.

My dad noticed this and asked me to stop following them, but I couldn't help it. Instead, I will hide or ask them to cover me so my dad does not see me when he passes by. He noticed I was not willing to stop, and he dared me to do well in my academics and be of good behavior; that was the only way I got to own a bicycle of my own. That day, I felt joy in my heart and promised not to disappoint him. Well, the boy wants to own a bicycle, so I started burning midnight candles 😂.

I hated reading at night, but I fell in love with it all because it was a gateway for me to own a bicycle like the other kids in the neighborhood. At the end of my first term, I was at the top of my class, and this time around, it was my dad's turn to burn midnight candles, thinking about how to fulfill his promises because I was on his neck.

I will never forget the Saturday evening when a car parked in front of our compound and a brand new bicycle was brought out of it. The instruction from the driver was that your dad said nobody should touch it. That instruction is one I never adhered to I rode the bicycle for sometime and used my leg to erase the tyre markings on the ground

Kids gathered, and everyone wanted to feel the new bicycle, but the bicycle had me giving it the protection it did not need. Out of excitement, I don't want the bicycle out of my sight, so I do everything with my new bicycle, including fetching water and running errands. Even on errands that did not require the use of a bicycle,I carried mine with me.

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My mom sells clothes, so I use my bicycle to deliver them to nearby customers, only to ride rough on a particular day and fall on the tarred road. It was a fatal fall, and I messed up the new clothes as well as getting badly injured on both knees. My mom gave me a few slaps for the clothes before attending to my injuries. For days I did not ride my bicycle, I reduced the rate at which I made use of it. I became a little bit scared of riding it.

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