All right, all right — let’s reconcile this past weekend before it even ends, because it truly deserves a proper wrap-up. It was one of those weekends — unplanned, unexpectedly heartwarming, low-key chaotic... and weirdly fulfilling. Honestly, it felt like a hike, just without the actual trail.
First, let me say this: I used to think people who didn’t spend their weekends hiking just… laid in bed. You know, doing a lot of nothing, or worse, doing everything indoors. Forgive me. I get it now. You’re out here moving mountains too — just not the rocky, muddy kind. I stand corrected.
“Life’s most meaningful hikes might not even involve a mountain.”
So, the weekend started on a high note. Saturday morning had me lacing up for the TESPOK Autism Marathon at Tatu City. If you’ve never run among strangers all united by a single, beautiful cause — I highly recommend it. It’s a vibe. There’s something so grounding about shared purpose. You don't need to know names to feel the unity. It reminded me of trail life: random smiles, synchronized footfalls, and the occasional encouragement from someone panting beside you like you’ve been besties for life. Shoutout to everyone who showed up — for the cause, for the run, and for the energy. You’re all gold.
“Unity doesn’t need introductions — just a shared purpose and a common pace.”
Just when I thought I’d done my Good Human Quota for the weekend, the universe said, “Not yet.”
Later that day, I got a request from a dear friend: if I could pick up her daughter from Isiolo and bring her to Nairobi in prep for school? She’s out of station and needed the favor. No hesitation — of course I said yes. She’s my darling. She’d do the same for me, twice over.
“The strongest footsteps are often the ones taken in service of others.”
What I didn’t plan for was the bonus passenger: Tiddy. Yes. Her dog. Who, might I add, was not mentioned in the itinerary. But listen, the duo? Absolutely adorable. My goddaughter was a bundle of chatter and charm the entire trip. Asking questions, telling me things I didn’t know I needed to know, making me laugh with that honesty only kids can get away with. And Tiddy? Just there, tail-wagging and judging me every time I hit a pothole. I swear, for a split second, I thought: Maybe I’m ready for motherhood. Then Tiddy sneezed on my elbow, and the moment passed.
“Adventure isn’t always altitude and gear — sometimes it’s a car full of chatter, dog hair, and detours.”
Enter Sharon, my ever-reliable kid sister. I picked her up from Beth, my big Siz, en route to our upcountry, which was as spontaneous as it was necessary. She’s the kind of travel companion who doesn’t ask many questions, just shows up and brings a log of urbantone and other God knows what playlist. A true MVP.
Somewhere between the back-to-school runs, marathon footprints, dog sneezes, and unexpected road trips, the weekend unfolded like one of those trails that was never marked on the map — yet still leads you somewhere meaningful.
“Not all trails are marked, and not all journeys need maps — some weekends just find you.”
And so, to every moment, every person, and every surprise this weekend threw my way: thank you.
“Sometimes, the most fulfilling trails are the ones walked with no intention but connection.”
May all who stretch their hands to help never lack. To the TESPOK Autism Marathon crew, the runners, the organizers — thank you for the invite and the inspiration. To everyone I’ve been lucky enough to meet along this stretch of life — it’s an honor to share the road with you.
Until the next detour,
Stay bold. Stay packed.
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