In Recollection of my
First Bicycle - Part 1
Written by John David Magee, the son of missionaries John
and Doris Magee who served in Nigeria
from 1945 – 1978.
Around the summer of 1950, my family was into our first tour
at Igede, Ekiti, which was a big adjustment from the previous tour at the Baptist College
campus at Iwo . At
Iwo , my mode of
transportation around the compound between our house and my buddies' residences
(Conrad Roberson; Roger Congdon; John Whirley) was on a hobby horse, or similar
foot travel. It's just amazing that none of us kids ever encountered the big
cobra and mamba snakes that would easily have done us in.
When my folks hauled my brother, Sidney, and me to Igede, we
learned what real bush was. I recall our first trip to the old fourteen-acre
compound, to the big house that Missionary Donath had built. Nearly two
thousand feet above sea level in the hills and rain forest of Ekiti
country. This was to be my home for the rest of my days in Nigeria , until
I returned home to the States in 1957 at the age of fourteen.
The Humphreys traveled with us that first trip. Rachael
Humphreys was my mother's sister. She and her husband, Ed, had arrived in Nigeria after we had returned to the States from
Tour number one, so my folks had never met Ed until our return to Nigeria
in 1949, soon after; they accompanied us to our new mission station. I recall
the first night, mainly because of the tree dogs that barked all over the
place, which I had never heard before. They made an incredible sound; one that
always sent me under the covers, with chills down my back. From what appeared
to be a great distance away, they would begin their routine with a series of
snapping-clacking sounds, punctuated at the end by a single bark. This was
repeated maybe a dozen times, each time with the snapping sounds getting louder
and more and more slow, like a clock winding down, with the bark at the end
getting louder each time too. Suddenly, they would break out into this fast,
extended series of barks, which would get slower towards the end. This, they
repeated seven or eight times, each time slower, and louder, until finally
there was a loud single bark, then silence. In all my years in Nigeria I never
saw one of these critters, so I always imagined the worst.
My folks managed to provide Sidney and me with basic kid
transportation for us to use around the yard, including a pretty nice, red
tricycle from Sears; the standard red wagon; and, a little peddle scooter. My
mom had a bike, and some of our Nigerian help pushed me around the yard on this
adult-sized bike until I gradually gained the sense of balance required for two
wheels. Because it was a bike designed for women, I learned how to stand on one
of the pedals, and push myself along somewhat like a scooter, thereby learning
to coast by myself for short distances. Finally, I was ready for my own
bicycle.
I don't remember where my folks got the bike, but probably
the city of Ibadan
or some similar large shopping place. But I do remember that the bicycle was a
black Hercules, just my size, and man, was I excited!