I swam in a pool yesterday. It felt so great, especially after a morning run with Joseph. I am not kidding, teasing, or lying in any way – the run was up and down a very steep hill three times. Being the usual competitive man that I am, I told Joseph that I could beat him to the top of the hill. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me and to both of our surprise, I reached the top first. The sprint took its toll on me right then and there but I pushed myself to go down and finish the other two laps. It was excruciating – I remember my vision coming and going but I persisted. In the end, Joseph was jogging alongside me, chuckling as I panted and took each step laboriously. That was a hell of a workout, one that I insist on continuing with my kids at Kaaga School to get them into gear for the Regional and National Sports against the other Deaf schools. (Aren’t I a smart one – I’ll have the kids motivate me while I be their supervisor so that they can leave the school to exercise *cackles*) It was then that I proposed to Joseph that we go swim to cool off (and because he doesn’t know how to swim). The Amercican stories are true – many black people do not know how to swim. Not the ones on the Coast- they all seem to know how to swim. Once we got to the pool, I eagerly dived into the shimmering blue waters and instinctively whipped my nonexistant hair back. I felt a tinge of sadness for my hair, now long gone. It was a bit akward at first because the proper and casual attire for men in Kenya is to wear pants, shoes, and a polo/button shirt. In the pool, everyone wore trunks. The women wore one-pieces with leggings of some sort to cover their legs, which follows Kenyan customs very well. The men… yeah. Let’s just say that I saw some interesting things. Of the seven people ‘swimming’, three hailed from the Coast leaving Joseph, his friend, the ‘lifeguard’ and I. The water definitely refreshed my mind, body, and spirit. I’m seriously considering to become a member of the club justso I can swim anytime I like. I know I’ll need it as stress levels soar in the upcoming weeks. Eh, I have nothing else to write about. Bye

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2011/01/09 at 6:57 AM
jesseosmun
I was in Kenya in 2004, and also found the very concealing “swimming costumes” interesting. I got to Mombasa only once, but the beach was beautiful if a little dangerous because of the coral ( it was a public beach).
Here in South Africa, alot of the blacks drown because they don’t know how to swim, except that people on the coast are taught how to from an early age so as to be safe when they go to the beaches.