Sharing the Gift of Cycling
My name is Tyra. As an 8-year old child, I had no friends because I was shy and timid. I grew up in a small neighborhood named Charlotte,...
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Cycling Her Dream
Walking on the streets, she wanted to go far, that naive mind, her bicycle was her star. Up in the morning till the goodnight sleep, she had a secret promise that...
Ups and Downs: Cycling Through Major Depression
“It had only been a few months, but the discipline and focus required by cycling translated into better control of my emotional life.”Priscilla Owusu "You can't ride a...
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...
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 ...
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...
My Red Ranger and Me
My best memories—those that return again and again—are of my Hero Hansa bicycle, which my father bought me in the third grade. I loved it so much that...