Greetings everyone.
Yesterday afternoon, I was surprised when David arrived at my compound on a bicycle. I had no idea he owned one, and considering the fact that his house is quite a distance from mine made it more unbelievable because his father, who is both strict and cautious, typically prohibits his children from cycling on busy roads due to concerns about collisions and other potential risks like being kidnapped.
"David, is that really you?" I asked him with curiosity.
The 15-year-old boy, soaked with sweat, parked the bicycle near the verandah and answered, "Uncle Kingsley, my dad got me a bicycle."
Still in disbelief, I asked him to come and sit down, went inside, and got him a sachet of water to drink. He took it, and we went further to chit-chat about how he's enjoying his new bicycle. In the midst of our conversation, I didn't fail to ask him consecutively if the bicycle is actually his because it looked strange to see him out of the house without being followed by any of his protective parents. I thought maybe he had strong-headedly seized it from his friends and sneaked out of the house.
We talked at length, and after a while, he got up and said he wanted to ride back. I quickly agreed because he had taken a lot of my time already.
We came out of the house and saw a very tiny snake crawling around the seat of the bicycle. David noticed it and shouted. I moved closer, saw the snake, a very tiny one with a camouflaging color just like the flower.
I knew the snake was feeling the bicycle and didn't want to interrupt it. I knew it would crawl away once it's done, so I stylishly took David inside, engaged him in some chit-chat, and after a while, we came out and didn't see the snake again. David was still scared of getting close to the flower to get the bicycle, so I went and rode out the bicycle, handed it over to him, and we began to move.
Oh yeah, I escorted him, and we decided to take the shortcut, a road that's not congested with traffic, and he was on the bicycle riding to and fro while I walked after him.
I was very amazed at how quickly he learned how to ride a bicycle. In my days when I was younger, learning how to ride a bicycle usually took us months.
Along the way, I got enchanted by the riding and asked him to let me feel it a little, and he agreed. I entered, moved the pedal, and I found the bicycle so soft to my standard. I felt like I would get it damaged if I put much pressure on it. So I just gave him back to continue with his riding.
I got to a point where I could see their house from afar. I bid him farewell, and he rode off at speed like those cyclists in the Olympic tournament.
A nice moment with David 🥰
Thanks for reading
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