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...
childhood
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...
Ready for Blast-Off
If my big brother doesn't need to use training wheels, then I don't need too, either, is what raced through my five-year-old mind. My navy-blue bicycle, with streaks...
Thoughts of a Nigerian Girl
Even in the 21st century, it was in a community where females wore skirts or gowns only. You couldn’t wear shorts or trousers. Or, if at all, they must...
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...
Conjurer of Possibility
“Beyond simply being a quintessential part of childhood, the bicycle is an enduring conjurer of possibility.” Virginia Boudreau I'm dismounting at the base of a huge dune, trying to...
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...