An evening bike ride:
a dirt
road winding endlessly through fields, villages and back yards;
a small
child sucking on the head of a hammer;
a white
duck waddling through someone's back yard;
a
middle-aged man working in a corn field;
two men
pulling wooden carts filled with unidentifiable goods;
several
women laughing around a pot cooking something over a fire;
children
dressed in white and maroon school uniforms returning home;
a crowd
of people holding baskets and bags waiting to board a daladala;
a small
girl driving a motorcycle as a father sits behind;
small
boys using sticks to steer bucket lids down the road;
deep
ruts and puddles from last night's rain;
heavy
heads of sunflowers bent over in fields;
a man
landscaping a border around a house;
two
young men raising a metal gate in a yard;
three
women carrying full baskets on their heads emerging from a field;
two men
repairing a bicycle puncture alongside the road;
a blue
sky filled with white cumulus clouds that sit just out of arm's
reach;
a cool
breeze promising another nighttime rain;
a
friendly parishioner sharing part of his story alongside me;
a sun
setting behind the distant mountains;
a time
for reflection.