The gym at Olesereni Hotel is awesome. First class, well equipped, clean and most importantly, never crowded. The instructors are not there to prove that they look good themselves. Hapana! They are there to make you gain your desired physical fitness. Period! With the best of customer care skills you can find in the hotel industry, here I am always home. I hate congestion. Thats why when the monthly fee was made known to me, my wallet dropped a tear or two as I signed the attendance commitment. Three months of regular exercise as advised and encouraged by my friend Nosim who is now behaving like my mother here. I was not paid to write about this facility so let me cut the long story short. I woke up a bit too enthusiastic today, earlier than usual. 04.23 hrs was kind of early. I have close to 2 hours to prepare for the day. I did a little bit of reading, cooking, laundry (Yes, you heard it, laundry. I have many handkerchiefs ;) ) and I left for the gym 15 minutes to 6. Its exactly 7 minutes 4 seconds to the hotels parking lot. I ran up the stairs, and through the now busy restaurant almost knocking down a waitress in the process. I smiled, apologised, parted her shoulder and immediately she smiled back, I knew I was ready for the gym. After an hour of jumping, lifting, stretching, dancing, lifting, trunk rotation, side planks, chest press, leg curl, biceps curl, shoulder press etc etc, I was out, refreshed and ready to hit this busy streets to demand my cut.....my share of the cake. I was served coffee in a pot and small bitings hapa na pale. Chilli chicken wings hapa, pork spare ribs pale, chicken nuggets kule, lyonaise potatoes huku. This is generally an added advantage, a motivation to be here early 5 days a week without failure and at no extra cost. I am generally taken care of here. I took out my book to catch up with my early morning reading. UNBOWED; A Memoir (Vintage) by Wangari Maathai The one and only daughter of Kenya who fought tooth and nail to save the earth. The truly unbowed legend of her time. The mother of greenbelt movement (may her soul R.I.P). Next table were seated a couple and someone who I came to learn from eavesdropping that he was a tour guide. Maybe a driver guide. He was narrating a story that had my antennas raised high and turned towards them. He was talking about having killed several lions with his bare hands! Fat lie! One day a rion was attempting to eat my cows and I just wed there with my nchora, I mean big sword and kirred him there there, I didnt not even use my sharp spear Not this shit again. At least not this early. This sounds like someone from the slopes of Mt. Kenya. Probably calling himself John Kimani Ole Lenku. Kenyans are creative industrious people who never let opportunities to make some mony pass them by. I decided to stop behaving like and old woman and let it be. After all, every Kenyan in US of A, Shaina, Nigeria etc etc are Maasais and have each killed a lion to get the scholarship or prove to the father that he is worth the foreign education. ;) Everybody who happily say he/she has killed a lion should be a shamed of him/herself. Kenyan lions are facing imminent extinction. Studies by Kenya Wildlife Service show that Kenya is losing upwards of 100 lions per year for the past seven years mainly to human wildlife conflict (HWC), habitat destruction and disease. With less than 2,000 individuals roaming our parks and reserves, this leaves the country with less than ten years-give or take to completely decimate this priceless Panthera leo population. Mine is a true story. I will tell it once and for all so that I forget. I am not proud of it. Its a shame that I am partly to blame for the dwindling lion population. I have thought of publishing this long and hard. Coming soon....because my partner is already at choma zone now now. Yours truly, Ramos Of Many Coloured Cows.
Posted on: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 11:44:37 +0000
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