The city space (fiction)

My cousin Tunde had shown me a talking box, one that had smaller people than us. He told me the box was a phone, and the people inside were actually the same size as us, which I found difficult to believe. I was always excited whenever he came to the village; he always came bearing gifts, but this time around, Tunde's dad, who happens to be my uncle, had requested from my parents that I come live with him in the city. I was excited but sad that I would miss home. I had heard so much about the city and had seen many buildings standing out at massive heights, making me wonder how their foundations were dug. At age 13, I set out in my uncle's car, traveling with Tunde for hours to the city.

I loved the breeze that swept into the car from the open windows, and the sight of running trees amazed me. We passed by some other villages like ourselves, but gradually I began to see houses that were different from the mud houses I have always been used to. Tunde told me the houses here were made of bricks, and we would be seeing more advanced ones in the city. My uncle, Mr. Tayo, seemed a little more patient with me as he answered my numerous questions, and Tunde soon fell asleep. "How can Tunde be sleeping while traveling is fun?" I thought to myself that I wanted my cousin to sleep.

We traveled for about six hours before eventually arriving in the city. The city view was extremely different from that which I was used to back in the village. The people here were neatly dressed and walked briskly, as though being chased. My cousin had woken up from his sleep, and he was kind enough to mention some parts of the city, to which I nodded as an encouragement to him, as though I would not forget those names in a haste.
One particular site that caught my attention as I saw a man riding a bicycle just like those in my village was an abnormally shaped human that stood on a podium; however, he was still, and people seemed not to have their attention drawn to it. I was initially scared of his face, but I was more worried because he stood there for a long moment without shifting position.

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"Is that not a man tired of standing?" The naive me asked, making Tunde burst into laughter. My uncle equally chuckled but was gracious enough to tell me it was a sculpture molded like a human and had no life in it. "Amazing!" I replied. I wondered what else the city had in store for me as we headed to a stop. My uncle came down and ordered some delicious meals right before leading us to his house.

What I see is an open space with a robotic statue.

What I feel is a serene environment with a beautiful view.