Riding My Bicycle in Africa
I have a bicycle that my 5th grade students gave me at the end of the school year as a going-away to Africa present. I put it in the container that was shipped with all our supplies. It it a beautiful bike. I call it my dream bicycle in Africa. But if I had that bike in the U.S. it would still be my dream bike. It's cool looking and cool to ride. :)
Even in Africa they know a cool bike when they see one. Every time I ride my bike so many people comment about how much they like it. We rode our bikes to the "market" and the guard outside the store guarded my bike like it was Fort Knox...So sweet.
It is like a parade when we go out bike riding. Everyone waving at us and us waving back at them as we hold on for dear life with one hand on the dirt roads. We call it the "Muzungu Parade." White person parade.
I haven't seen any other non-Africans riding bikes here where we live...So I suppose we are a rare sight to see. :)
Even in Africa they know a cool bike when they see one. Every time I ride my bike so many people comment about how much they like it. We rode our bikes to the "market" and the guard outside the store guarded my bike like it was Fort Knox...So sweet.
It is like a parade when we go out bike riding. Everyone waving at us and us waving back at them as we hold on for dear life with one hand on the dirt roads. We call it the "Muzungu Parade." White person parade.
I haven't seen any other non-Africans riding bikes here where we live...So I suppose we are a rare sight to see. :)
posted by Lydia | 4:17 AM
2 Comments:
You should post a picture of the mzungu parade! How many non-locals are there anyway?
JoRo
I, too, would like a mzungu parade picture!
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