Yes I Can

Rooney owned a bicycle and most times, people gather to plead with him so they could take a ride but he would always refuse.

I didn't know how to ride a bicycle then but I thought it was easy and all it should take is just to climb it and pedal in a clockwise direction.

I was looking at a movie at Rooney's family television when I heard his mother screamed at Rooney.
"you must go and bring back the bags!" Rooney's mum shouted as she unplugged the television from the fuse.

After series of word-fight between them, Rooney finally agreed to go get the bags of kernels. He asked that I followed him which I agreed with a condition that I was going to ride his bicycle afterwards.

"are you sure you can ride this thing?" he asked.
"yes I can ", I replied almost immediately.

Deep down I knew that I couldn't ride a bicycle but I don't want to forfeit my repayment so I climbed on it expertly and pedaled down a hilly road.

It was so easy at first but suddenly my hand began to shake and I could not concentrate on the road, rather I was focused on my legs.

Before I knew it, I saw myself on the air, the bicycle had jerked me up from the seat.
I let out a scream, who knows, a superhero might show up and save me.

I landed with my buttocks on the hard mud soil. I couldn't breathe, my nyash was on fire.

I struggled and stood up. I left the bicycle there and walked like someone wearing a padlock in-between my thighs to my house.