Brian Alouda Itava

KILLER BICYCLE Jonirider was in so much attached and in love with bicycles, he loved bicycles more than his wife and children. Many times while he was asleep in his bed he would dream riding his bicycle and his wife sleep next to him on different occasions she was awaken by screams made by her husband Jonirider who shouted, “Don’t touch my bike!” One morning Jonirider rose up very early in the morning for he had a long journey that he was planning to embark on. He wife Doris also woke up at the same time as he did to prepare his breakfast and iron his clothes. “Good morning honey?” Said Jonirider. “Is my breakfast ready?” He asked. “Yes please, it is already laid on the table in the dining room.” Doris replied. After Jonirider had had finished eating his breakfast and he was ready to leave, he hugged and kissed his wife goodbye. However, this time it was quite strange the way Doris insisted that Jonirider should consider boarding a bus or a train for he was going on a long journey. But her emphasis fell on a deaf ear. Jonirider loved his bicycle very much! Jonirider left his house after he had grabbed his jacket and gloves, he put them on and after he had done that, he asked Doris to take a good care of his three beloved children. The morning was cloudy and very chilly but Jonirider braved the frosty cold weather on that day and he peddled on. He was riding his bicycle on a highway that was very busy flowing with buses, trucks, motorists and personal vehicles. It was quite unfortunate that on that material day the weather refused to comply with the wishes of Jonirider. The wind kept on blowing very hard from side to side. Jonirider had a more than 10-year experience in riding bicycles, he rode it with such an aptitude that was unique only to himself, as usual when he got tired after holding the handlebars for a long time he would get his hands off them and kept on peddling. Even though Jonirider had a 10 year experience in riding bicycles, the wind on that happens to have forgotten that; the wind became very strong that Jonirider felt it cutting through his skin even though he had his jacket put on. Before he knew it, his bicycles started waver from side to side from the strong winds, he could not see well as he perhaps forgot to put his eyeglasses to protect him from the wind. The winds seemed to have rebelled against Jonirider on that day and the cold was too much. Jonirider made a sudden halt to do something about the strong cold. He turned his jacket back to front to prevent the cold from going through into his chest. That was quite a problem-solving idea for Jonirider but nonetheless did not give him a humble ride. After riding quite a longer ride from when he turned his jacket back to front, he reached near a bridge where the road was very narrow than any other place along that same road, he could not have a clear vision from the mist and fog that was ample on that cloudy chilly day. He heard a big hooting from the back and in front at the same time. On his both sides there was the bridge. Jonirider realized that the only option was to jump over the bridge and fall into the water or be run over by the two trucks. He closed his eyes and peddled even faster with the hope to extricate himself out of the danger, he refused to jump into the water, and instead he peddled even faster. The track from his behind luckily missed him but the oncoming one knocked him down and he fell prostrate on the ground. When people came to witness what had happened they found him lying on the ground and they tried to save him for he was not dead. Because they found his jacket worn back to front, they thought that his neck had twisted from front to back, so they wanted to fix it back to its normal position, two men held him tight as one of them from the group did the twisting only to find that it was only his jacket that was worn front to back and that they had finally broken his neck.