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I see a complete bike packing display showcasing beautiful bike racks or bike bollards, with two categories: short-term bike lockers and long-term bike lockups. The bike racks hold an extensive queue of various types of bicycles, scooters, and accompanying items.

The owner specializes in the bicycle business, as I can see a variety of cycles with different functions. There are two cycles with unique shapes, colors, and designs, including some urban and mountain bikes.

I notice that the varieties of cycles I see are mostly modern bicycles, as I didn't see the type my father had. I believe the two unique cycles are electric because of their branded pedals.

Story
Once upon a time in the land of Ahaba, there lived a young boy named Nanna. He desired a bicycle from his poor parents for easy access to farm movement and running errands. Ahaba community has a plain land; the distance to our stream is very far, and the worst of it is that our main farm areas are very distant. Seventy percent of the people from my community had bicycles.

People from my community don't lend their bicycles out because when someone borrows a bicycle and eventually if the bicycle spoils or develops a fault, the borrower must repair it. Because of a series of bicycle disputes, there was a law in Ahaba that no one should lend his or her bicycle to others.

Nanna was the first child of his parents, and his seven other siblings were girls. His parents were very poor and could not afford a bicycle. Nanna was a very hardworking and respectful child, and most people loved him. As most people would use bicycles to go to the stream to fetch water, Nanna and his siblings would always trek. Nanna would feel for his mother and siblings, and he would always say, "Mother, how I wish we had a bicycle. My siblings would not have to go to the stream daily, including you, mother. I would reduce your suffering and use the bike to go to the stream and get cassava and firewood."

Nanna's mother replied, "It is well, I know one day God will grant your heart's desires, for with God, all things are possible. Cheer up, my son."

One day, when we were listening to Papa Jaja's moonlight tales, the old man noticed that Naana was thinking about something else. He asked Naana, "Are you alright?" Naana replied, "Papa Jaja, I wish my father could buy a bicycle." Some people sympathized with him, and Friday laughed, saying, "Your father is too poor to buy a bicycle." Immediately, Papa Jaja intervened and said, "Friday, mind your words, for no condition is permanent. Have you forgotten my story? The rich also cry and go from grass to grace."

As Naana wanted to walk home with shame, Papa Jaja said to him, "My son, come." Then he said, "For this embarrassment, you will go home with a bicycle."

Naana asked, "How, Papa?"

Papa Jaja replied, "Go to my backyard and take my son's bicycle. It is yours from henceforth, for my son has gone to the city and may not need it anymore."

Naana exclaimed, "Papa Jaja, God bless you, bless your son, and your entire family." Most of us joined Naana and thanked Papa Jaja.

That day, the moonlight tales ended with the true-life story of "how hopeless poor Naana was blessed with a bicycle by Papa Jaja."

Thanks for reading and remain blessed. I love you all