Edwin's Corner

I woke up with a start. Not because of an alarm. Not because someone was knocking on the door. Not because Nairobi had finally decided to become a quiet city. Just one of those strange awakenings when your body seems to know something before your brain gets the memo. Outside, the wind howled. The cold had teeth. The blanket and I had reached that stage in our relationship where separation felt unnecessary and perhaps even cruel. A sensible man would have stayed in bed. A wise man would have stayed in bed. Unfortunately, I have spent years systematically training myself to ignore sensible and wise men whenever they appear. --- Somewhere in my mind, a number floated up. Fifty. I knew immediately what it meant. For months, I had pinned an ultramarathon WhatsApp group at the top of my phone. Every day, someone posted distances that looked less like exercise and more like migration patterns. Fifty kilometers. An ultramarathon. Anything beyond 42 kilometers qualifies. Fifty is...