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Facing the winds of fate - Akosua, Renee
Sometimes, when feeling particularly grim about a wet, windy ride between her house and literally anywhere else, Akosua took to wondering what slither of self-hate had convinced her that bike travel was the way to get around Dublin with the most efficiency.
Yes, it was almost free, and yes she didn't have to find parking spaces, and yes it was the environmentally conscious thing to be doing but, Lord Almighty, she really wished this was one time she hadn't stubbornly stuck to her guns.
A bike? I give that two weeks before the rain scares you off, her mother had said, and so Akosua had planted her feet and showed up to every family dinner on the bike, making sure it was noted.
(She looked it up when she got home, telling herself that along it rained a lot she bet it didn't rain as much as she thought it did. But statistics betrayed her: it rained an average of two hundred and seventy one days a year. Every year. And Akosua got to enjoy every sopping wet minute of it.
( London only rained about a hundred days a year )
Yes, it was almost free, and yes she didn't have to find parking spaces, and yes it was the environmentally conscious thing to be doing but, Lord Almighty, she really wished this was one time she hadn't stubbornly stuck to her guns.
A bike? I give that two weeks before the rain scares you off, her mother had said, and so Akosua had planted her feet and showed up to every family dinner on the bike, making sure it was noted.
(She looked it up when she got home, telling herself that along it rained a lot she bet it didn't rain as much as she thought it did. But statistics betrayed her: it rained an average of two hundred and seventy one days a year. Every year. And Akosua got to enjoy every sopping wet minute of it.
( London only rained about a hundred days a year )