So Kitty got his first bike, I had told you that here before.
Now, his new bike reminded me of my bike riding days when I was a little girl. They were plenty I tell you. I remember being taught how to ride a bike by my two older brothers (I love you guys) and as soon as I learnt how to, I never looked back. I became even better than them. I was the pro of the estate (in Buru we used to call them raonda’s). I became obsessed with bike riding.
Now, there was only one bike in the house, and it was my older brother’s bike. It had been gifted to him by our uncle after he topped his class that term. And my uncle promised that anyone else who topped their class would similarly be bought a bike. Needless to say that after I put my pen down after my last paper in KCSE is when reality dawned on me that I would never be bought that bike. The cute pink bike with beautiful rainbow-colored ribbons and a cute white basket that I had dreamed of since I was like five years old. I never did manage to top my class .
On a related note, me by the way I won’t be those parents who tell their kids that they were ALWAYS number one in class. Why some parents keep belaboring that point I’ll never understand. So who used to be number two, ten, fifteen, thirty six etc? Me I won’t tell my kids that I used to be number one in class, because that will be an outright lie and I’ll feel very guilty. Instead I’ll tell them that I always used to alternate between numbers two and three , hoping that all my former classmates at Nairobi Primary and State House will never reveal the truth of the matter.
So back to bike matters, like I said, I was a very good cycler (cyclist?) and once in a while, we kids from Nairobi Primary would be taken to the Children’s Traffic Park on Nyerere road over there near St. Paul’s Catholic Church to hone our cycling traffic skills. And I was always highly commended for my mastery and skill in bike riding and following the traffic rules. I was even waaaay better than the boys. But do I say?
I still love cycling, and any opportunity I get to ride a bike today I do it with full gusto. Which unfortunately is rare nowadays. I need to buy a bike. Actually thinking about it, I will buy a bike so that I can ride alongside Kitty. I think it will be a good mother-son bonding session though I fear I might get carried away and leave him behind.
Anyways, back to Kitty and his new bike. When his father put him on it for the first time and tried showing him how to ride it, he immediately started wailing. Maybe it’s the culture shock or the fear of the unknown, because he demanded to be taken out of it immediately. The following day, early in the morning while in his pyjamas, he was more relaxed –he didn’t want to get on the bike but was more than happy to play with it by pushing it around. Here, have a look at how that went.
So anyway, I won’t give up, with time I know he’ll get the hang of cycling, and I’ll mentor him to be a better rider than I was. Friends, you’re looking at the next Lance Armstrong ! Watch this space.
ION, there is a blog I enjoy reading and it’s about the adventures of a Nairobi female cyclist. How she cycles in this Nairobi roads of ours is another story altogether. You can catch her blog She Cycles Nairobi here.