Read the passage below and answer the questions that follow
Juma had always wanted a bicycle. He watched the older boys ride past his home every day, their wheels spinning fast along the dusty road. He imagined how it would feel to ride freely with the wind on his face. But bicycles were expensive, and Juma knew his family could not easily afford one, so he decided to save his own money.
Each week, Juma did small jobs for his neighbours. He carried shopping bags, swept compounds and fetched water for an old man named Mzee Kamau. Every coin he earned, he placed carefully inside an old tin he kept under his bed. He counted the coins each night and felt proud as the small pile slowly grew bigger.
Months passed, and the rainy season came and went. Juma never gave up, even on days when he felt tired. At last, he opened his tin and counted enough money to buy a second-hand bicycle from a kind shopkeeper in town. His heart pounded with excitement as he handed over the coins.
When Juma rode his bicycle home, the wind rushed against his face, exactly as he had imagined. His younger sister clapped and cheered for him. Juma smiled widely. He had learned that patience and hard work could help him reach even the dreams that once seemed far away.