Fourteen-year-old William Kamkwamba stood at the top of a tall wooden tower, waiting for a miracle.
It was 2001 in Malawi, a country in Africa. On the ground below William, people from his small village were gathered. The crowd buzzed with confusion and excitement.
What is this kid doing?
And what is THAT?
Atop the 16-foot tower was a strange machine: an upside-down bicycle attached to a fan. Four long plastic blades stuck out from the fan in the shape of an X.
This strange-looking object was a windmill, a machine that turns energy from the wind into electricity. Like most people in their village, William’s family did not have electricity in their home. William hoped that this windmill would change that. He had been working on it for months—and now, finally, it was ready.
“Let’s see how crazy this boy really is!” someone called out.
William gripped a small light bulb that was connected to the windmill with wires. Then he felt it: the beginning of a breeze.
His machine rumbled and groaned. It sounded like a beast in a cage, struggling to break free. Here it goes, he thought.
Suddenly, the breeze swelled into a powerful blast of wind. William clung tightly to the wooden tower as it rocked dangerously back and forth. The windmill’s long plastic blades began spinning furiously.
William stared at the bulb in his hand, praying it would flicker to life. Would his dream of lighting up his home come true?
Fourteen-year-old William Kamkwamba stood at the top of a tall tower, waiting for a miracle.
It was 2001 in Malawi, a country in Africa. On the ground below William, people from his village were gathered. The crowd was confused and excited.
What is this kid doing?
And what is THAT?
Atop the 16-foot tower was a strange machine. It was an upside-down bicycle attached to a fan. Four long plastic blades stuck out from the fan.
This strange machine was a windmill. A windmill turns energy from the wind into electricity. Like most people in his village, William’s family didn’t have electricity in their home. William hoped that this windmill would change that. He had been working on it for months. Now it was finally ready.
William held a small light bulb. It was connected to the windmill with wires. Then he felt a breeze.
His machine rumbled and groaned. It sounded like a beast in a cage trying to break free.
Suddenly, the breeze grew into a wind. William held on to the wooden tower as it rocked back and forth. The windmill’s long plastic blades began spinning.
William hoped the bulb in his hand would light up. Would his dream of lighting up his home come true?