Eyes to See, Ears to Hear

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…