What became of Christmas?

What became of Christmas?

It was either real, or I was dreaming.  I had tired my body to the max, to enable me have a completely restful sleep.  I had just done the 2hr 15min run on Thursday on the hot heat of Eldy to induce this tiredness.  Though I did not end up with a ‘long’ headache like what I encountered after the Monday run, I still had a headache nonetheless.  That was dehydration reminding me that water was essential.  The Thursday run did however have some short spells of cloud cover, hence the total run in the sun was reduced and so did the total headache after the run.

Anyway, the next day, a Friday, would be Christmas.  My plan was to take a good long night sleep and wake up late on Christmas day.  After all, wasn’t there a curfew on Christmas this time round?  Wasn’t Christmas even cancelled this year?  I thought I heard that bit of info on the news, where the powers-that-be dared anybody to dare get out at night in the name of Christmas?

It would be a matter of wait and see if Christmas-2020 would turn out to be a real thing.  For sure, there was no midnight shout to welcome Christmas, meaning that it was starting to appear like it would not.  I already know that there shall be no much shouting one week from today, when the New Year dawns.  We live in changed times, thanks to corona.  I will not even be surprised if the PTB shall cancel New Year altogether – just watch this space.

*PTB = powers-that-be

I was for sure in bed.  It was probably Friday… it was surely Friday!  I was getting back to reality after the good night sleep and was still unsure of what was reality or unreal.  I started regaining perception of reality and it seemed to be morning as the light seemed to fill the room from the large window just besides the bed.  I was however still kind-of-asleep and I had not yet had enough of my full intended eight-hours of sleep.  I still had probably another two hours to get to the expected dose.

So, who was daring me in this morning?  Why was I stirring in my sleep?  Why was Christmas waking me up by force?  By ‘2-10’ as my old folks would say!

“Una ni ita mlevi?,” I thought I heard or maybe I dreamt that up.

But it did not take long to confirm!

“We, Jose, unasema mimi mlevi.  Ulinipatia pombe mimi?”

This was reality.  The sound was surely coming from the next compound.  The sound was coming in loud and clear, into my second-floor apartment that overlooks ‘the den’.

I have known of this den since I started my stay here.  It is where local brew is made and consumed.  It is the only place where I hear of, “Nipe ya mbao” (serve me something worth twenty shillings).  I have heard noises and commotion from that joint before.  I can assume that noise and arguments is the expected daily routine.  Most of these arguments end up in some form of fight, based on my observations.  Was it not just last Tuesday that someone guy confessed to all and sundry that he had been hit by a glass bottle by Jebet?

Back to the present, reality was slowly sinking in that something was going on at the den.  The sound was loud and clear.  Soon the sounds would become many, mostly from the male side of sounds.  I would gather that someone had called another one a drunk.  That was the main contention at seven on this Friday morning.  Most voices were so slurred, loud and incoherent that I was convinced that they were under the influence, no doubt.  After all, normally speaking, how big a deal is it to be called ‘mlevi’?  To the extent of….

“Haki ya nani… Mungu moja… lazima… lazima tumalizane na… na Jose leo!”

I could hear sound like furniture moving around and a door being forced open.

“Ile changaa nilikunywa tangu asubuhi lazima itaishia hapa.  Jose atanijua!”

There would be sounds of items moving here and there, while in the whole mix I would also hear some voices like trying to separate some fighting motions.

The melee did not last for more than five minutes, since there after I could sense the end of the situation as the aggressor seemed to make amends….

“Mimi Mogaka siwezi itwa mlevi, hata nikunywe siku nzima!  Kwanza Madhe,” he paused, “We, Madhe… Madhe!...,” he seemed to be calling someone’s attention, “Hebu nipe ya mbao… Jose atalipa!”

The very Jose he had been fighting… they were still friends!

So, this is what was disturbing my sleep?  For crying out loud!  Can’t a drinker drink in peace and sleeper sleep in peace?  What has come to the world on Christmas day!  

I would soon drift back to sleep, that sweet morning sleep that is usually short but enjoyable.  However, as fate would have it, this sleep would not last for long….

“Haiya yaya yai – huyu nugu ana niita masikini!  Ati sina pesa!”

Oh, come on.  Are these people real?

“Mimi Oti!  Mimi!  Ati sina pesa – mimi!  Walayi huyu Njoro atanijua leo!”

There would follow another commotion with chairs being dragged on the floor followed by more shouting and more noises as the boys seem to come into the scene to separate the apparent duo.

It was hardly eight and I was now getting used to the den being active.  That must have been the last of the morning commotion, so I thought.  It was becoming quiet and I was about to make a third shot at sleep, when without notice…

“Merry Christmas kila mtu.  Leo ni Krisi!  Hebu tukunywe!  Madhela, hebu nipe ingine ya mbao…”

But that shout did not even end before a new development occurred.  I could hear a shrill voice of some seemingly agitated lady interrupt…

“We Mike uko tu hapa…. Umetuacha bila chakula… Una itisha tu za mbao!  Wuwi!!  Mike uneniua na watoyi!  Lazima turudi nyumbani utupatie Krismas!  Sitoki hapa bila Mike!”

More commotion and name-calling would follow as all and sundry got into the argument, some supporting the man, others supporting the lady.  It would get ugly!  U-g-l-y I tell you!  All gloves were off when they started abusing each other, as loudly as their voices could allow, on how the man was useless and could not provide for his family.  She even said his manhood has become useless.  U-g-l-y it turned, as Mike threated to show all and sundry the so called ‘useless’ manhood for all to see and judge…. Of course, with some supporting the move and others opposing it!

I was forced to jump out of bed after this episode.  My sleep had now been spoilt without any opportunity for getting it back on track.  Come off it already!  What has become of Christmas?  It is now a day for name-calling, abuses, fighting and a lesson in anatomy!  I am ashamed to say a Merry Christmas following everything that I have encountered so far… and the day is still young!

WWB, the Coach, Eldy, Kenya, Dec. 25, 2020

Running back is never easy

Running back is never easy

That Tuesday, December 15 run should have been the last run in the year.  It was a city run and it was the usual run through the Mary Leakey route and back to Uthiru.  It did not have anything unusual, apart from the blazing sun that contributed to the 2hours of misery on that route.  But was the sun any surprise?  No!  It has been a hot December and I do not recall any rain falling since the clock hit Dec. 1 on that Monday midnight.  

It is now just a matter of living with the heat.  It is likely to get worse as we head to January and impossible in February, before the long rains bring a relief in March.  That means that we better get used to the heat… and probably that is why Dec. 15 should have been the last run, until the heat dies down…. in March!

It was however not to be.  I found myself cutting my holiday short when I moved through the motions of dressing up onto the run gear and just leaving.  However, this was no longer a run in the city in the sun, this was a run in the home of champions… with the sun!  The 5km circuit that I have now established become the ‘new normal’ on this Monday, exactly one week since I had vowed to ‘retire’.

The route is established, hence I am now able to just set off on that circuit and just run it through, without much ado.  Much had remained unchanged on that route, apart from the drying vegetation and dried-up streams that would otherwise be forcing its waters from the soggy soil on the river sides onto the winding Sosiani river.  Their impression on the ground remained evident even as I ran through that part of the route.  Sosiani itself was not its old self.  It seemed a bit thin.  

The available water had retreated to the middle of the river course, leaving a larger than usual river bank on either sides, with stones and occasional tree stumps evident even from my running path some one-hundred metres away.  It was surely dry and drying.  I was surprised that there was hardly a rain in Eldy.  I had now stayed for five days and had not seen (or heard, if at night) any rain.  It was hardly last month when many of my runs would be rained through or cancelled due to mid-day rains.  This was a big change!

The Monday run went well by all definitions, bearing in mind the heat that prevailed over the lunch hour time slot.  I did not know that a run in the overhead sun could be that tiring!  It turned out to be!  I had initially thought that the tiredness was due to my coming back from retirement, but it seemed not.  The tiredness was a direct result of the heat.  I know this because I was having a headache by the time I had done the 2hr 15min run through five circuits.  

A headache after a run is a sure sign of dehydration.  But do not take my word for it.  I would find myself taking a litre of water, laced in Coke, rather Coke laced with water immediately after the run.  It was not long before I was taking another litre of juice in two large gulps, ‘just like that’.

It is now seven hours after the run and my thirst level remains fairly unquenched and the headache fairly unchanged.  This surely must have been the hottest run taken since retirement, though it is likely not to be the last one this year.  This is because a marathoner needs a ‘big tiredness’ in readiness for Christmas and another big one in readiness for New Year.  A big tiredness is also possible after a run.  Will there be any retirement at this rate?  Is there even need to retire, if we are kind-a-living one day at a time in these days of Corona?

Corona is so much in the air, and we even have a new ‘fast spreading strain’ that has ‘mutated’ from the original one that we know of.  This new one is believed to have originated in the UK just this week.  Getting Corona, whether the usual or the new one, would usually mean a compulsory 14-day quarantine – from all activities, including runs, that is for the majority of cases that do not end up in hospital ICU.  

Technically, these fourteen days should be the ‘holed up’ type, where you are locked in the house without a chance to get out of the house (if you follow the expectations of quarantine).  That means that we just need to keep running while waiting for that forced 2-week break when it comes.  A runner is in a better position when the runner has accumulated enough mileage, sorry, kilometage, before facing such a forced break.  That means only a two-week downtime since the last run.  The last run+2-weeks should remain your calculation on the duration of being ‘holed up’ when it happens.  The nearer the last run, the better for you.

So, what is the parting shot?  Corona numbers* are now 77,487,024 infections globally with 1,704,893 deaths and 54,379,440 recovering, while Kenyan numbers are 94,614, 1,644 and 76,060 respectively.  The numbers are bad.  However, we already have two vaccines approved in the US (read, approved for worldwide use) that are already getting into people’s arms in the US, UK and Canada (and Australia and soon rest of Europe-27).  These two being Pfeizer-BionTech and Moderna – the first with its neg-70 storage quagmire, and the latter with normal fridge temperature storage.  The third candidate, Astra-Zeneca is not far from approval in the US (read as before).  

That means that Corona is heading for a defeat – new mutant or not.  With the vaccine being a bit far from Kenya, a 14-day rest shall remain our immediate treatment for Corona going forward, in the unfortunate event that it hits us even after we face-mask, hand-wash, sanitize and social-distance.  Before then…. keep running since you never know when you shall be forced to take that ‘treatment’.

*source - worldometers website on 21-Dec-2020

WWB, the Coach, Eldy, Kenya, 21-Dec-2020

15km of pure pain – when you are stuck on the run… with no end in sight

15km of pure pain – when you are stuck on the run… with no end in sight

I just had to stop.  The pain was simply unbearable.  I have experienced such a pain before, but not this early in the run.  I had just hit the 8km mark at Mary Leakey school junction.  I was on a half-marathon lunch hour run.  I was now starting the second third of my run, which would take me to the turning point past Kanyariri market.  I would then make a U-turn and run the length of Kanyariri road all the way to Ndumbo and back to Uthiru for the last third of the run.

But here I was – stopping after an otherwise well-paced run.  Here I was – limping.  The pain on the right thigh was just unbearable.  I could hardly walk.  It was excruciating with every step, even though I was now just walking and kicking that leg as I limped along.

It was however too late to turn back and face another 8k already covered.  I could, but I really dreaded the 2km uphill from ‘the river’ past Wangari Maathai institute all the way to Ndumbo.  That hill on Kapenguria road would spell my doom with such a painful right leg.  I would instead easily keep going to the tank, to reach the Kanyariri road junction and turn left back to Ndumbo and Uthiru.  This would be a shorter route to the finish line, than turning back.  

After kicking that leg while limp-walking over a distance of ten or so footsteps, I did regain some relief on that leg, but my run was now done.  I could hardly accelerate.  In my view, I was running at the slowest pace done this year.  I would hardly do a 6min per kilometre at this pace – and that would even be a great achievement if it materialized.  

Resumption of the run reinstated the pain in its full pinch.  I could hardly fold the knee of that leg.  How was I going to make this run through?  I was still too far from the finish line, whichever route I did take.  I just had to endure a painful run for the rest of the run.  What a day!  What a Tuesday!

It is only by sheer willpower, and the fear of being stuck far from my finish line, that kept me running through my pain.  I would be better off collapsing within my home territory, not within the fields of the university farm or along the Kanyariri tarmac.  I just had to make it home.

I therefore kept running, albeit slowly, just to get myself moving and eventually finish this run.  This run was painful I tell you.  I was surprised that I still managed to turn to the right when I got to ‘the tank’ junction that joins Kanyariri tarmac.  Am I crazy or what!

I would have and should have just turned left and gone back to Ndumbo and back to the finish line but no!  I had to prolong the pain by turning right and extending my run past Kanyariri market, some three kilometres ahead, then had to run back same distance and eventually all the way to Ndumbo market and eventually to the finish line.

It was a painful run all through.  The muscle pull did not relent.  If anything, it got worse.  I grimaced and reduced speed to the bare minimum most of the way.  I was more of crawling than running.  Running any uphill stretch was the most painful!

Pain makes you oblivious of many going-ons around you.  The mind tells you to just be done with it.  I do not even recall seeing the Uthiru flyover now half demolished and the demolition now ongoing on the Ndumbo side of the bridge.  I was too concerned with survival despite the rumbling caused by the heavy machinery on top of the bridge as it knocked down on the concrete structure of the bridge.  It was working hard to get that bridge finally destroyed.

The pain would finally come to an end when I stopped my timer after 2hr 8min and 17sec.  I was so relieved that it was done with, even as I limped to the washroom and wash off the mid-day sweat.  It has been my left foot that has been a culprit of being painful with every run.  Today was different.  It was the right leg that did me in.  I hardly felt a pain on the left foot.

Lesson learnt – be glad when facing challenges ‘in advance’, since you have another day to make amends.  I shudder to think of what would have been if this day was one of those ‘real’ marathon days!  I would have probably recorded my ‘personal worst time’ (PW).  I am therefore glad that I did face this pain when there was no competition… in advance so to speak.

Talking of competition, do I see one such ‘compe’ when it comes to COVID19 vaccines?  The leading three vaccine initiatives – AstraZeneca, BioNTech/Pfeizer and Moderna are outdoing each other to see who among them shall launch a real ‘shot’ soon.  And the winner is…. 

The UK has officially started vaccinations of its citizens based on the Pfeizer/BioNTech vaccine starting today, Tuesday.  They shall target the over 80-year olds and the front-line health care workers.  This vaccine however requires a second shot in 21-days and ultra-cold storage of neg-70.  The same P/B vaccine is about to be rolled out for the citizens in the US by next week.  Though these three leading contenders are not the only COVID19 vaccines ready to roll.  Russia is already vaccinating its citizens with Sputnik V and China has Sinopharm in many arms at the moment.

So, before you shout out loud, over the chances that the vaccine shall permeate to the other parts of the world such as our motherland, have a look at this… The corona virus has now infected 68,126,444* people globally with 1,554,355 fatalities and 47,184,488 recoveries.  The UK numbers are 1.7M with 61,434 deaths, while the US numbers are 15.3M with 291,016 deaths.  Deaths per 1M population for the two countries are 903 and 877 respectively.  

Based on these numbers, maybe the UK and the US should be entitled to being in the rush for the vaccines.  Compare that with our motherland, where the infections are 88,579 with 1,531 deaths.  Our fatalities per 1M population is 28.  Nonetheless, loss of life remains loss of life and no numbers should be any good.  We too need this vaccine.  Surely, in the spirit of ‘compe’, one of the other top three, or any of the over sixty, should be looking our way.  Maybe our runs shall be back to normal, without masks and restrictions once we get our own dose of vaccines.  Maybe this wishful thinking shall be sooner than we wish to think.

*all data from worldometers website on Dec. 8, 2020 (4.00pm)

WWB, the Coach, Nairobi, Kenya, Dec. 8, 2020