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...
growing up
My First Ride
Ten years old Looking like I’m cold Yet, I had to be bold And step on a bicycle That was the start Of my new life on Earth My bicycle became a friend Whom...
Little Sister
Growing up, my sister was always two steps ahead of me. She went to school before me, started wearing makeup before me, went on her first date before...
The Race
I could really use a new bike helmet. My old one was scratched and chipped, and the blue paint left behind a sticky yellow residue. I didn't have...
Letting Go
My father used to hold the handlebars And never let me ride alone Until one day I finally got it. I used to put my feet on the...
Rusty
I think back and remember a time, I rode a journey on many paths. Some had dogs and others, toys, I had my rusty four-legged bike. I was...
A “Fun” Afternoon
Rooting through the contents of my parent’s garden shed,I’d asked to borrow a hosepipe but found my old bike instead. I brushed away the cobwebs that had gathered...
A Tale of Two Wheels
I have not returned home in many years. My father has just died. On his death bed, he asked Jidenna and me to return home for his burial...
The Bicycle’s Arrival
“I had so many questions about bicycles and riding, so I always looked forward to seeing the rich kids every day. At first, it was rumored that you...
Growing Up With Cycling
“Despite my—now terrified—mother’s objections, nothing would stop me from getting back on. My bike was now almost entirely ingrained in who I was, and that suited me just...