Craziest third-place run in history?? 🤪
Jacob Kiplimo’s third marathon goes about as well as you could possibly imagine, as the half marathon world record holder also dips under Kelvin Kiptum’s 2023 marathon world record with a 2:00:28 run in London.
The only problem? He finished third overall, as Sabastian Sawe and Yomif Kejelcha became the first two men under two hours in an official race ahead of him. Still a mind-blowing run from the 25-year-old Ugandan.
BREAKING VIDEO: Kenya’s Sabastian Sawe becomes the first person ever to win a regular marathon in under two hours, setting a new world record at the London Marathon in 1:59:30!
Kenyans invented running™
Meet Lucy Wairimu, a pastor and marriage counselor, now known for walking away from an 18-year marriage after secretly winning the Green Card.
She won the American lottery last year.
She told no one.
Not her church.
Not her children.
Not even the man she called her husband.
While he woke up every day believing they were building a future, she was quietly planning an exit.
Visa Forms filled in silence.
Documents signed in silence.
A flight booked in silence.
Last month one morning, she was gone.
No goodbye.
No fight.
No explanation.
Just absence.
Her husband searched everywhere.
The streets of Nakuru.
Police cells.
Hospitals.
Mortuaries.
He was A man looking for the love of his life, not knowing if she was alive or dead.
He was Sleeping in fear.
Praying in confusion.
Breaking slowly.
Then the truth came from the DCI.
She had left the country.
On her travel documents, she declared herself as single.
She declared herself childless.
Eighteen years instantly erased.
Children deleted.
A husband reduced to nothing.
That is how he found out.
Not from her.
From immigration paperwork.
Some people are not married because of love.
They are just waiting for greener pastures.
And when they find them, they leave without looking back.
Are you like Pastor Lucy Wairimu?
This is the lonely end of a good man.
“Nice job”
Those were the words I said to you 23 years ago when you debuted. Now, on the day of your final match, I say again…nice job.
Hustle, loyalty, and respect is more than just a catch phrase. For 23 years you have lived by those words. Your passion for our business and dedication to our fan base is unmatched.
To have shared the ring with you and have been a part of your journey has been an honor. As your in ring career winds down, be proud of the body of work and the memories you’ve created.
Enjoy the last ride tonight my friend and one final time…nice job.
@JohnCena
THE LONELY END OF A GOOD MAN.
This is the Story of My Friend, Moses Kinuthia, my campus buddy.
Since he has allowed me to share. We were in JKUAT together. Young. Loud. Brilliant.
Full of plans about the future and how we would conquer the world.
Today, Moses is an IT Director at one of the leading commercial banks in the country.
On paper, he is the definition of success.
A man who did everything right.
A man who climbed every rung through discipline and sacrifice.
But this is the part nobody sees.
His day starts before the sun.
He leaves home quietly at 5:20 AM, careful not to wake anyone.
The children are asleep.
His wife barely turns.
Moses tiptoes around the house he pays for, moving like a visitor in the place he built.
He gets to work before everyone because that is where his life makes sense.
At the office, doors open.
People greet him with respect.
Colleagues seek his advice.
Managers rely on him.
In that building, Moses still exists.
But in the house he returns to every evening, he has become a ghost.
When he gets home, the living room is always full kids watching shows, his wife on the phone, her sister in law using the TV.
There is never a seat left for him.
Never a moment that feels like his.
So Moses has learned a ritual.
He walks to his car, closes the door gently, leans the seat back and watches the 7PM news on his phone.
Sometimes he sits there long after the news ends, just staring at the roof of the car, breathing slowly, trying to feel human again.
When there is a football match, he connects his phone to the car speakers.
He used to shout at the TV with joy once, now he celebrates in silence, alone in the driveway, like a boy hiding with stolen sugarcane.
Inside the house, nobody asks where he is.
Nobody wonders why he eats dinner late.
Nobody notices that he spends more time in the car than in his own living room.
His 13–year–old son, the one he dreamt of bonding with, is always locked away in his room gaming.
The gaming console Moses bought — hoping for father–son weekends is still in its box.
His wife said the cables “make the house look untidy.”
So the box stays on the top shelf.
And the distance between father and son grows quietly, day by day.
Weekends are no different.
On Saturdays, Moses sometimes walks into a house full of chama ladies sipping tea, laughing loudly.
He greets them, forces a smile and walks back out before he blocks the doorway.
He strolls around the estate until his feet ache.
He listens to the sounds of other families in their living rooms; laughter, loud TV, playful arguments things he does not remember the last time he experienced.
When he finally returns at dusk, his younger daughter is watching cartoons on the bedroom TV.
The only other TV is in use.
So Moses sits on the edge of his bed, watching highlights on his phone, pretending he is fine.
Bills keep coming.
The mortgage letter.
The water disconnection threat.
The residents association notice.
Security warnings.
School fees.
Everyone depends on him.
Nobody checks on him.
Yet he never complains.
Because he believes a man must carry the weight silent and steady.
But silence has a cost.
Last month, he told me something that broke me.
“Bro, I feel like I’m disappearing in slow motion. I am alive, but I don’t think anyone would notice if I stopped showing up.”
This is the lonely end of a good man.
A man who gave everything.
A man who showed up every day.
A man who traded his youth, his rest, his hobbies and his peace for his family.
And somehow, without doing anything wrong, he became invisible in the story of his own life.
He is not hated.
He is not mistreated.
He is simply used and unseen which is sometimes worse.
He sits in his car after work because it is the only place he feels the world pause long enough for him to breathe.
He eats alone.
He celebrates alone.
He stresses alone.
He survives alone.
Not because he failed as a man but because good men often fade in the very homes they built
Ibrahim Traoré's visit to Moscow... Russian protection at the highest level!
Ibrahim Traore arrived in Moscow at the invitation of President Vladimir Putin to attend Victory Day celebrations.
Russia sent a private plane to transport him from Burkina Faso, accompanied by fighter jets in the air! 🇷🇺
Usain Bolt trained for 20 years. You saw him for 9.58 seconds.
Kobe Bryant made 1,000 shots a day during practice. You saw the 5-time NBA Champion.
Pablo Picasso created over 50,000 works of art. You saw the man who defined modern art.
Thomas Edison tested 1,000 prototypes before inventing the lightbulb. You saw the man who lit up the world.
What you do when nobody is watching will define what they see when everyone is.
Just because the world doesn’t see your greatness yet doesn’t mean it’s not there.
Keep going.