
San Francisco is warmer this morning, the weather is great for a walk and am excited to go meet an old friend, I am going to meet my man Marlon Parker,… No I should write a special blog about Marlon parker but that is as soon as I visit Rlabs in South Africa.
Our place of meeting is Union Square where I find a group of San Francisco Police. Something about Cops in Stato in comparison to Kenyan Cops, is that they are very friendly and easy but they are alert and you can feel their eyes interrogating you, got to say its very intimidating yet… not threatening, Kenyan Cops are just very unfriendly, want to intimidate and threaten you and make you pay for being alive.. .. unaitwai wapi, Unatoka nani… , so I am feeling very friendly and ask the SFPD to take a photo with me.
SFPD are very friendly and willing one of them takes the camera asks the others to seat nicely and he starts clicking, actually the other stopped human traffic to get this done .. very cool, they ask and I answer, I am Kenyan visiting San Francisco .. suddenly they are extremely excited, am I a runner? they almost ask in Unison, ha.. you have to like that, I am looking at their beaming faces and this is not the time to disappoint…really.. even you….of-course I am a runner, I tell them with a big smile on my face, ha….I actual Won the Karomaindo Marathon a while back and nobody has broken my record to date! .. the camera starts to click again…oh me oh my.
Some Celebrity photos are taken! and I am being given the celebrity treatment but I see the nice neat handcuffs and am starting to think, Sam your mother will not like this…. ,so what dint I know? a Kenyan had just won the Bay to Break Marathon in San Francisco 2 days before! before they Google me up, I explain that in Kenya some marathons are not won by choice…. for example all they have to do to find out if I can run is shoot in the air, and so as for my glory in the Karomaindo Marathon my motivation was a group of 4 Urchins and the 3 hungry dogs who where determined to commandeer the loaf of bread I had been sent to buy, losing was not an option for that 6 year old boy, my mother was already tired of the many lost bread tales from me.
Karomaindo was a cluster of 5 shops about 200 Meters from my home,…. the cop on my extreme right is laughing so hard he is almost chocking … figured am done here, safely and I walked into Union Square ready to reunite with an old friend who I always seem to meet in foreign countries.






