Bomseh the Great

Brethren and sistren, and children too, Bomseh is making a comeback, stay tuned.

So a few weeks ago my ego was bruised and as a man worth his nyadhi, i had to save face. The insult was not going to be taken lying down, being as awesome as I am so I gladly accepted the challenge.

I normally take a 40 days alcohol hiatus in mid August to prepare my system for the September 26th binge, so the challenge came at the right time. I tried downloading apps to monitor my running but my phone started behaving like a Techno and in the course of daily activities got wind of the Cape Town Marathon which I promptly registered for entry.

Neo-Slavery has kept me busy lately that I didn’t have enough time to train for the marathon, just went with the theory that since I am tall and from Kenya, well, 10km is a walk in the park, which it really was, because there were refreshments and chocolate along the race route, but I digress.

My preparation entailed running at night after work, not to be confused with night running, coz I did it clothed. I did it a couple of times and judged myself wrongly. This morning I joined thousands of marathoners in Cape Town excited as one would be trying to run for a purpose, trying to beat a challenge and get healthy at the same time.

In my head I had everything worked out, my gear, my friends (who turned out to be imaginary) cheering and waving my Kenyan flag as I manoeuvred around the 10km trail. It didn’t work out as planned though. All the faces I saw at the finishing line area were all strange, and even though they cheered my last hundred metres very spirited sprint, they didn’t shout my name, though it was clearly printed in the front of my shirt. Haidhuru. Apologies accepted, whether they are offered or not.

Lack of familiar spectators along the route deflated my psyche and with the snacks and refreshments along the way, I couldn’t keep up a good pace so I walked some of the way enjoying free chocolates and drinks, saving energy for the sprint towards the finishing line, it’s a pity that they deleted that footage. Nevertheless, I was chipped in so my time was recorded all the same and posted to the website.

Refer to Fig. 1 on top. Now refer to Fig. 2 above. I did it. Challenge completed. I am a finisher. Refer to happy face in Fig. 3 below.

Running is fun, the race was fun. I’ll do it again. Any pessimist willing to challenge me on time? You are welcome.

Special Thanks to Rotich, refer to happy face in Fig. 3, who had to outpace me so that he could wait for me at the finish line.

Seems that I only get time once a year that I actually think of writing but the writer’s block is for real.

Psyching myself up.

Three and a half years. Actually almost four years since I last put up a post up in here. There are a number of reasons and mostly it is the job industry that I’ve been in since 2009. I have lacked time to concentrate since I took to being on the road all the time or the other few times I wasn’t, I lacked connection, or was drunk, parenthood, yeah, Yes, Bilas Train is a distant memory. I upped my game and became a scorer, or maybe let me just say that Eastern Cape was not conducive for my blogging.

A lot has happened in that time and I’m wondering if I still got the blogger bone left in me but since God has blessed me and I have changed the type of activity that I’ve been engaging in, I will hopefully get more time to write about my misadventures in South Africa, how I finally met my blogger lover in Nairobi and how she punished me, my life in the South African villages, my meetup with one Bantutu (who has since privatised his blog) right after an encounter with the city kanjo on my way to meet him, my awesome daughter, etc.

I’ve now moved to Cape Town, and just like Durban, I hope it will give me good topics to write about. I’ve been here for almost two weeks now and what I’m doing here is better than what I was doing in Eastern Cape and I surely hope that the Mother City treats me well. In the meantime, it is time to blog whore.