Baisikeli nyingine
another bicycle
Back around mid-year, we bought a used bicycle for each of Mama Ima’s (our househelp) two oldest children. They live a long way from their respective schools and basically had to run to school and back for an hour everyday.
Not long after Imanueli (oldest; son) had his bike, his father rode it to an ATM one evening. By the time he turned around from the machine, the bike was gone, quickly snatched by a mwizi (thief). Imanueli was heart broken.
While we were in Nairobi, we visited Nakumatt, kind of like an African Wal-Mart, or an attempt at one. They had a nice selection of bikes so we decided to try to find a replacement for Imanueli. The one we picked out (brand new) actually cost about $12 less than the used one we bought for him in Mbeya.
I had to disassemble it to make it fit in the car with all our junk and travel the 3-day journey home. I finally re-assembled it today and delivered it to him. He smiled from the time I pulled up to his house until the time I drove away… and probably still is now…
