This is my father on his bodaboda, he is the best rider in our village. He wears a helmet to be safe incase he falls.

My father starts his bodaboda every morning to go to work. I always go outside to wave goodbye when he leaves.

On school days, he takes me to school on the bodaboda. I sit behind him and hold on, he always gives me a helmet to wear.

My sister likes sitting Infront of my father when riding the bodaboda. She pretends that she is a rider on an adventure.

My father rides to all corners of the village to carry school children in the morning. He carries two at a time to arrive early.

Farmers depend on him on the market days to bring their produce to the market. He carries fruits, vegetables and milk from them.

My father helps to take the sick to the clinic. He also transports nurses and vaccines when they are going to immunise children.

He helps people send or receive letters from the post office in town. He also delivers building materials to the fundis.

In the rain, my father protects himself with his raincoat and a waterproof trousers. He also wears boots that keep his feet dry.

Most of the other bodaboda riders stop working when it rains. But my father keeps working, he is good at riding on muddy roads.

Everyone in the village loves my father and his bodaboda. The village people wave and shout his name whenever he passes by.

When he returns after a long day, I run to hug him. I help carry the things he brings home for us. I am very proud of my father.