Warriors we’re taught when looking for the solution on the mystery of life, embrace the one that’s in your soul, for me I have many things in my soul than in my mind. Ever since I was a little boy, all I was ever taught was to love and find happiness in having others, and joy on being myself and in the life I have. My whole entire life has been so difficult to define, every time i tried to better it unfolded a treacherous path in a vast dry desert, only my spirit kept me sane from thinking of me as a carcass. Happiness is something that I have never fully experienced, I’ve had a potion of it when my son Christopher Chemirmir was born, I thought it will grow as I raise him and watch him grow.
I had so much plans for him. Teach him the way of the warriors I hail from, teach him how to ride bike, how to to tighten the bow, shoot an arrow, and how to throw a spear and a club, how to run like a warrior and become a champion, each day I had him I would spend all the time I had to look deep into his little warrior eyes hoping he could read, absorb and understand the wisdom in my soul and how happy he made me feel that he’s in my life. But all that came to be cut off from my soul. For months I never knew what to do with myself, months passed.
I worked terribly hard to mend the torn part of my soul so I could love and be happy again. Time passed and I overwhelmed by a flooding love that was in me, like a glass of milk, it is not wise to fill it to the top, the empty part above the milk is translated by warriors as a place of balance and consciousness. In my soul, I did not have that space of balance to fill it with happiness, because I’ve already filled it with love that I had for my son. I believe it was the anger of losing him and not being able to see him made me fill it that much, cause I knew nothing and no one in this world could ever make me happy than the way he did.
My mother grew worried of me, and she was painfully sad of not being able to see her grandchild, an opportunity I know life will grant us someday. I could hear the bleeding in her soul and tears burning her heart as we speak in the phone as she asks if I’ll ever bring her a grandchild… A warrior of my kind we do not get easily broken till we hear the sound of our mother’s crying. I felt guilty and ashamed that I’ve done something that I was forbidden to do, making my mother cry. for months I struggle with sleep, for over a year all I could eat was tea and bread, milk, honey and water, and sometimes once a week I would compel myself to eat vegetables or rice. Which was a very difficult battle.
Guilt and pain left me with no appetite for anything. I wandered in thoughts a lot till I almost lost myself, but my spirit was there to push me back from the edges of hope. I could not understand a warrior of my kind with all the wisdom rooted within me, how could I make such a great mistake?, where did I go wrong?, what have I done?, what I’m I doing with and to myself? I was taught to predict my future, and just like that I begun to align myself with my spirit which was very worried about me than anyone I know. I had to cease being the body and relying on my thoughts and feelings, for it is essential always for one to keep his balance, so I had to become what dwells in the depths, my soul, so I could find a way to change how I feel and to bring joy to my mom. It was time for me to make a great sacrifice, for I was taught when a warrior has nothing, it is then he must make the effort to raise himself, and make the effort to change instead of submitting to what that has changed him. I had to remind myself that I was born to make it in life.
My fall and failure does not determine the end. For it is only when I get up and begin, from where I fell today, that will determine my success tomorrow. I racked every corner of my heart sand looking for a lost ring, which was and old hidden dreams that I called them wishes, and beneath the dreams that I had for my son was the wish I had long time ago that someday in the future when life has become splendid I would adopt a child. So I called my mother and told her, I don’t think I’ll be able to give a grandchild soon, because that it’s another difficult journey that I’m afraid to embark upon.
I gave her the idea of adopting a child and she was exultant about it. And she said to me my Son, remember your training and how you came to be a warrior, it was not easy and impossible, I gave you up so you be the proud son that I cherish today. Remember ,sometimes wonderful things happens out of horrible situations, you’ve met God and know how to speak with him without begging, crying or praying him to rescue you. Your impeccable spirit is not to be ignored by self. Use it to complete your destiny, do not waste your life walking backwards to where you got lost. I could not fathom what you’ve gone through in your life for your sister and me to have what we have today. You’ve treated us with so much honor love and in a manner that you’ve dedicated your life to it, its like you have our debt. You must remain focused on your journey to greatness. Lets adopt and see if your soul will find its balance and happiness to find its place to sit on. I’ll be very happy with having someone who’ll make me see yo
u when I see them.
Mid December we found a very lovely girl whose 4yrs old from Ethiopia at the Kenyan and Ethiopian border, we had a friend help us through with it. But then again, evil has taken deep root in men’s heart in the name of religion and pride. Something that has left those who have love in so much pain and great loss. Each day for as long as I can remember I’ve been dedicating my mightiest of efforts to reconstruct my faith then sadly to be kicked down like a child’s sand castle. It’s crazy something that’s happening thousands of miles in a place I’ve never been nor meet anyone from there can affect my soul this much. In that Ethiopian small village near the Kenyan border, just as things were about to align, a clan war erupted and everything seems like smoke, which has made my spirit feel so weak lately. Their cellphones are down, cant reach anyone, the news says their village is most affected one. but I’m not giving up, I’ve dreamt for so long to have this.
May things calm down and my little girl make it to her new home where peace, love and joy awaits to guide and raise her. I hang this prayer up in the same stars that she sees and wishes upon to have this home. My warrior family, cross your fingers for me 🙂 For now I’ll live with the faith that I’ve always had, that whats meant to be it will be. In the time I took to have patience, life should me to be sad about what it’ll take long to come, and that I should look around me for it has placed something of the same desire in a different form. I’m a person of compassion and generosity , when I don’t whats in my spirit, often I become very weak. I began to form a a running group in a town called Eldama Ravine, its where I was born and spent time with my 2nd grandmother till she passed away.
I have a little adopted brother, James Kibe (Picture on the right) , who lives an hour thirty away from my 80acre farm, whose been helping me over to watch over my mom and help her with going to the market and other stuff. He’s like my manager and only one I trust. I asked him to find some young boys who love running and I could support them with shoes, clothing’s and other necessary needs to boost their talent. And luckily we found 4boys then 3 more, but I’m still close with 5 of them, but I don’t know them, which is one thing I like about me. One of those boys is 14years old and he’s very fast than many world class athletes in the town of Eldama Ravine.
The boy’s name is Mwangi, he’s an orphan and worked on the Ravine river washing cars and sleeping under a bridge. Hearing from James about him that he’s homeless really broke my heart and I told myself I have to do something about it. I may not be rich, but my spirit is is wealthy and so is my ability to help others. Had to take him in to be my adopted brother, because I need a new family just like he did. I got him a place, a new bed, mattress, clothing’s food, a cow and few chickens. Because of his talent, I couldn’t take him to stay with my mom, because where my farm is low altitude and Eldama Ravine is high altitude.
He’s going to be a great runner soon, and I needed a place to align him with what he’s chasing. I needed to give him a home, and love and support so he could focus on his training. For at the age of 14 I was just finishing my training the warriors rite of passage, I knew much about life and how to navigate, something that no one does to their children anymore. Although the love I have for my son is too much to contain, or shared to one person or a hundred. Adopting and helping this kid, it feels like little sip on a full glass of milk, theres a small space above the milk now, and I can feel happiness trying to blend in. But not matter how much I do, how many I adopt and who I have, the love that I have for my son the little warrior will always be more.
Here are photos of Mwangi, the little brother I adopted.
My wonderful friend and a true angel Lisa Smith gave me a check the other day, and I thought it will be great If I buy Mwangi a bed and others stuff, and rent him a place for the time being. Thank you so much Lisa 🙂
Here is the photos of the bed, mattress and bedroom I’m renting for him.. It’s not great, but its a start, once my house is finished, him and Kibe will move into it and become one happy family.Thats Kibe holdingmattress… Love that guy 🙂 
Also I had Kibe set up a lunch in a local meat shop and have them for a little surprise . which was $$$ for pocket money and buy themselves thing that I don’t need to know.. Kibe gave them on my behalf 🙂
After feasting time, the surprise time came up.
A day after, they had a brutal workout.
Few weeks ago before this, to remind them that there’s someone out there who was born to help others still exists, I surprised them all with a pair of shoes. In the Month of February 2015 if they’re still hanging on and training hard, they’ll be receiving more shoes and training kits that my good friends in America have been so kind helping me with.
Finally meet Team Kiprunning
Meet Mama Joy, she used to help with a jug of water, and cup of tea or food, when I pass by her place beaten by Saturday long run . She was the sweetest and nicest person to me, she was like my mother. She’s aunt to Kibe, I never went a week without visiting her when I was in Eldama Ravine. Gave her some $$$ for helping the Team Kiprunning like she helped me. I intend to do something big to her someday soon, cause she’s forever in my debt’s.
Meet Eric , my greatest friend and old training-mate. he is very funny, all we did was talk laughter, and discover the forest, run away from wild animals, like cheetahs, buffalos, hyenas, leopards, and warthogs, and some of them were crazy looking which only appeared at night and dig big holes on our running route, which made us fall into it when running at the dark. we never broke any bones, but the way we spoke of that animals were hilarious, because when running being angry about the road is waste of energy, if its something you enjoy or seek something from it, have a smile and laugh what happens in it.
Here is Eric near mount Kenya showing off his training shoes I sent him. telling me I’m going to throw up tiny rocks when we run together.. To be honest, our training was based on who would hurt the other by pushing the pace harder.. I miss him very much. If you want to laugh till you pee on yourself, put me and Eric in the same room and you’ll have a day you’ll never forget. 
I‘m still waiting to hear about the Ethiopian girl.. I will keep you posted how things are going on. Till then, I’ll be writing about my adventures, sharing with you things I’m doing to others. I hope you find your true calling in life and become a warrior who put others first like the way life is to us. My warrior family, the past is hard to be forgotten, for often when we look at our past all that we see is struggle and many disappointments that we wish we could be given a second chance to make it right, once we chose to gaze at our past often we get attached to it, which leaves our heart drowning in despair. Be wise if you have gone through a tough path in life, and only see the past as a content reminder to be wise, not a dungeon that we enslave ourself unto And finally.
From the depths of my heart, I would like you all to know that, I love you all, and if you ever get a chance to meet my Son, tell him his father loves him more than anything that exists in this life. Wherever I’ll be, he’ll be the reason I’m there, sharing the love I have for him.
Son, you’re irreplaceable.
My warrior family, Be kind to one another, warriors we should not hate or have enemies. If someone ever hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart, forgive them for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious when you open your heart. If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because in a way, they are teaching you to love and how to open your heart and eyes to things that are hidden in the feelings on the depths of our souls.
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