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The 57-Kilometer Lesson: What Raphael Tuju Taught Me About Reinvention and Resilience. [Engage Series]

 

Some stories quietly enter your life and reshape your thoughts. Others arrive like a guest who refuses to knock — bold, dramatic, filled with life lessons. My encounter with Raphael Tuju’s journey was of the latter kind. Not just because he is the eloquent voice I grew up hearing on the radio and TV, or because he shaped national conversations, but because his story made me reconsider something we often overlook: the daily miracles we call everyday life.

I grew up in a backwater town called Nanyuki in the late ’80s, when Mountex Textile Industries hummed like a giant mechanical heart, and the skies were filled with both military helicopters and the occasional scandalous rumor from the barracks. It was a town full of character — and characters. As a young boy, I only knew AIDS as the “strange disease” that the grown-ups whispered about. My mother, a nurse, talked about it, but childhood ears conveniently edit things.

Until the day I found “colorful balloons” in a trash heap and proudly inflated them, only for my mother to nearly faint at the sight. The beating that followed turned me into the unofficial anti-garbage ambassador of Nanyuki. That moment has stayed with me for decades: sometimes life teaches through pain, and the lesson sticks not because of the pain itself, but because of the truth hidden within it.

That same lesson resurfaced while listening to Tuju. And this reflection — this anchoring truth — is the heart of today’s message:

Resilience is not found in heroic moments. It is built quietly, through habits that honor survival, gratitude, and intentional reinvention — even when life breaks you into pieces.

Tuju’s story at Engage was dramatic, yes. But its true power lies in what it teaches us about how humans rebuild and how we can choose to show up when everything familiar falls apart. Let me outline three powerful lessons I observed in his journey — lessons deeply connected to habit, identity, and reinvention.

Lesson 1 — The Habit of Gratitude: Seeing What We Usually Overlook

When Tuju described feeling completely powerless — relying on his wife and daughter for basic tasks like feeding, toileting, and turning — something inside me shifted. Here was a man who once commanded rooms, led national conversations, and handled crises with precision… now unable to move, let alone lead.

It reminded me of a truth we often forget:
Your abilities are gifts, not guarantees.

Walking, seeing, talking, sleeping through the night, and having a body that obeys simple instructions—these are things we believe belong to us. We rarely stop to imagine life without them—until a story like his makes us look.

Gratitude, in habit coaching, isn’t about “counting blessings” like a motivational poster. It’s a discipline—a way of training the mind to notice what is working instead of obsessing over what is missing. As in my childhood balloon incident, gratitude is sometimes triggered by a brush with danger, embarrassment, or pain. But once you learn it, it never leaves you.

For Tuju, the plane crash might have taken his life. The car accident nearly did. The foreign missionary doctor who had just arrived in Kenya and was a specialist in trauma care could easily have not been there. He was told to expect nothing—neither survival, nor healing, nor a future.

Yet he lived, and through living, he reminds us: gratitude is the foundation of resilience.

Lesson 2 — The Habit of Reinvention: Rising When Life Resets You Completely

Many people face tragedy and remain trapped in the rubble, whether emotionally or physically. But what caught my attention about Tuju was simple: he refused to let catastrophe define the final version of himself.

Remember, this was a man with vertebral injuries and 18 fractures—a man who left the hospital in a wheelchair, which was considered a success. A man told that walking might no longer be part of his future. Yet he didn’t just walk again — he walked 57 kilometers.

Let that number sink in. Not 5.7. Not 7. Fifty-seven. How many kilometers have you walked lately?

And why? Certainly not for bragging rights. Not as a PR stunt. Not because he had something to prove to skeptics. He did it to honor Kijabe Mission Hospital, to say thank you not with words but through action — the very action he nearly lost.

This is where habit psychology intersects beautifully with the human spirit: When your identity shifts, your habits must shift with it — otherwise you remain trapped in your old limitations.

The walk was symbolic of something more profound:

  • Reinvention
  • Ownership of his healing
  • Transformation
  • A refusal to settle for surviving when he could thrive
  • Gratitude turned into action
  • Pain turned into purpose

And yes, the matatu driver responsible for his accident joined the walk. Indeed, Tuju publicly forgave him, because reinvention isn't just physical. It includes emotional, spiritual, and relational aspects.

And this leads to the third lesson.

Lesson 3 — The Habit of Servant Leadership: Turning Personal Pain Into Collective Healing

There is something truly Kenyan about how we handle hardship. We joke, we laugh, and we carry scars as reminders. But Tuju changed the story: he turned his accidents into a public service mission — raising 11 million shillings to improve trauma care at Kijabe.

Consider this: he could have quietly moved on, healed privately, and closed that chapter. But he didn’t.
He chose to give back. When we reflect on trauma, it is not meant to be an individual’s event but a community crisis. Even historically and traditionally, some communities that emerge from trauma have handled it collectively. Community-based interventions, such as those in Rwanda and Sierra Leone, foster resilience and a collective identity of strength. For us in Kenya, busy highways, limited trauma capacity, and high accident rates are issues that affect all of us. Tuju’s walk wasn’t about heroism. It was about responsibility.

And this is where the habit coaching lesson deepens: Every pain you overcome becomes a tool to help someone else — if you allow it.

Your survival isn't just for you. Your recovery can motivate others. Your scars can guide someone else home. That's why reinvention matters. That's why resilience spreads. Therefore, practicing gratitude daily is valuable. And this is why Tuju’s story stayed with me long after he stopped speaking.

Conclusion: What This Means for You

Whether you are rebuilding after loss, health struggles, job challenges, financial setbacks, or emotional exhaustion, the message is simple: You can reinvent yourself — not because life is easy, but because the human spirit is wired for renewal.

You have survived things you thought would break you. You have endured nights that felt endless.
You have walked through storms you didn’t think you’d outlive. And if you’re still here, breathing, reading this, feeling something stir inside you — then you still have chapters left to write.

So let me ask you:

What is your 57-kilometer walk?
What gratitude have you not yet expressed?
What reinvention are you postponing?
Who becomes stronger because you survived?

Call to Action

If this reflection stirred something in you, don’t let it fade. Start a new habit today — a tiny one — that honors the resilience already inside you.

If you seek support in building habits that connect with reinvention, purpose, and inner strength, I invite you to join me on this journey. As Habit Coach Edwin, my goal is to help people rewrite their stories one small step at a time.

Your new chapter begins with one decision. Make it now.

1.       Join my LinkedIn Habit Coaching Newsletter: https://www.linkedin.com/newsletters/habits-with-coach-edwin-7399067976420966400/

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