My Big Dream
If you asked me what my dream was as a child, I would have replied, “To cycle around with my mother sitting behind me.” Despite this, my earliest...
2019 Winter Writing Contest
Mr. Johnson and a Stolen Briefcase
“I’d ride up and down the street with the wind blowing on my face. Everything seemed to fade away; I was unstoppable and on top of the world.”Atere Salimat Bukola ...
As I Cycle Along the Way
As I cycle along the way, with my fist clenched and my breathing getting faster I try to concentrate on the road ahead of me, clearing my thoughts from all problems. ...
I’ll Support You
“I cycled through tunnels and open sky with the exhilaration of my first childhood ride.”Emmily Magtalas Rhodes “You always have to fall before you learn,” Nanay said. I was seven, and she...
A Ride on Baridelo’s Bicycle
“It was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life.” Ayomide Ruth Oluwagbenga I often saw them. With their intense focus, hips gyrating along with the even strides of...
Favours
Pedaling steadily behind I train my eyes on your back wheel, I will myself to copy your lead And stay off the brakes. This following is not natural. We plunge forward and down. Pebbles shoot...
Life’s Ride
My wheels tread across the ground. Hair, slick with sweat, under glazed, hard helmet. "Safety first," Momma said. My legs push forward on the pedals, falling back down and spinning back up. An endless...
The Note
Zavier tightened his helmet's strap and pulled on his cycling gloves. He quickly checked for his keys and wallet then swung his leg over his pride and joy,...
It Was Andrew’s Bike
Gavin rides a bike to work every day. It’s not the fastest or the fanciest bike, and the seat squeaks whenever it hits a bump in the road....
Wings to Fly
As I sailed across the top of the Iyiegbuoma crooks, My mind sailed through the twists of fate that gifted me these lovely wings to fly. Mama Nnukwu, as my beloved Grannie...