And Then It Happened
One Sunday afternoon in July, I climbed into a rickshaw with my Papa, Mama, Kendra, three sisters and brother. In addition to my family, Papa’s guitar was wedged onto the floor. People stared at us because it isn’t often that they spot eight white people squeezed into a rickshaw. As we rode, we passed an enormous truck called a lorry which had about twenty men sitting on top! Then all of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, a donkey came into sight. It walked steadily across the road. The rickshaw driver didn’t swerve as I would have expected. Instead, he continued heading straight towards the donkey. He didn’t even beep which might have helped the donkey know we were coming. And then it happened.
Our rickshaw collided with the donkey. It knocked Kendra’s knee and gave us a quite a fright. The injured donkey fell to the ground but slowly got up and hobbled away. People who were driving by turned their heads to investigate. We looked at each other laughing in disbelief. Did we really just hit a donkey with our rickshaw? Living in Chad you never know what kind of bizarre things will happen!
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Nice dress-ups!
Great writing Nehemiah! Sounds like a fun outing.