I was in Busia town earlier today, about 3 km away from home, when my bike fell over and hit the ground. The rusty old fork split right in half. I started walking home, carrying my bike, when a fundi (skilled worker) appeared out of nowhere. He pulled a new fork out of his tool box, and proceeded to replace my fork, adjust my spokes, and tune my breaks. I felt like a bicycle racer with my own team of professional mechanics. After a half-hour overhaul of my bicycle, he gave me the bill: 250 shillings (4 USD) for the new fork, and 40 shillings (65 cents) for the labor. This seemed absurdly underpriced, given that he provided the exact service I needed at my desperate moment of need (5pm on a Sunday afternoon, no less!). When did I become so lucky? Has an albino crossed my path?
3 comments:
interesting that he popped out of no where on a sunday afternoon....just so happened that he had a spare fork too....
You didn't see a hand saw in his back pocket? You are so naive nelly
Anon, don't even think you are anonymous for a sec! I only know ONE person so jaded and cynical, ONE person who has sniffed out narcotic addicts in walk-in clinic for ten years, never fooled by even the most crafty con-men and woman on earth!
Watch my back, anon! We naive souls need somebody like you to protect us!
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
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