Monday, September 22, 2014

Diary of an African Woman in the US: A Fake Kenyan Athlete

A few days after I landed in the US, my host Patti, my friend Rachel and I went for a run around the Back Cove Trail. This is one of the oldest and most popular of the trails in Portland. It's a 3.5 mile loop around an inlet of Casco Bay, including a portion over Tukey's Bridge. Back cove is known to locals as "The Boulevard". It is an easy and mostly flat trail with a just one stress-free hill along the stretch that parallels I-295.This beautiful loop offers a scenic view of the Portland skyline.

There are benches available along the way for sitting and watching the beautiful scenery. Also, two water fountains have been put along the trail. Portable toilets are available in the parking areas.


I had always kept fit. At Dadaab and Kakuma refugee camps where I had previously worked, I jogged in the evenings; way after the scorching sun had retired. I played squash in Kakuma with my colleagues and badminton in Dadaab. I still fancy myself as the best badminton player who ever lived in that part of the desert.

Ok. Back to the Back Cove in Portland. Rach and Patti were in great shape and would effortless run the whole 3.5 mile loop without a single stop. Despite coming from a country where athletes are made, I struggled to finish even a mile. I would stop and sit on the benches every now and then and allow the smell of the ocean to drown the homesickness. After a few days though, I began to get used to the run and would finish the loop without resting.

It was during one of those record breaking runs that I met Adam and Eve. Not the Biblical couple but a current day marathon and triathlon duo from Maine. That day, I had worn an ash-grey t-shirt written KENYA at the front and back in bright red print. I had bought this shirt at Hilton Arcade in Nairobi, as something to remind me of home. As I ran on that August evening, I noticed that people would look at me with admiration. At first, I thought it was because I was the only black face on the trail. However, I learnt that people thought I was one of the famous Kenyan athletes from the Rift Valley.

“Wow! Are you like famous or something? What’s your name? I bet it starts with ‘Ch’?”

I felt like changing my name to Chebet, Chemutai or Chepkirui.

“Ummm….no.”

“But you are definitely an experienced runner? Coz my wife and I are serious runners, and we could hire you as a trainer.”

Yes! My name is Chepkirui, I broke the 800 meters record in Beijing Olympics this Summer.

“I wish! But how much are we talking about here?”

I was thinking fast! What if I become really experienced within a month? This could be a major career change from refugee rights to a personal trainer.

Adam and Eve said they would discuss it and get back to me. As I went back to Patti’s, I thought about it. If I lied to them about my marathon skills, they would eventually realize that I was lousy on the track, was not at all related to the Cheps, and was not from Rift Valley Kenya. Also, I already had a great job at Bates.

When I met them the following day, I was honest with Adam and Eve. They were disappointed and so was I. A week later, I met them on the trail. With them was a young Kenyan man dressed in a black tunic with KENYA printed on the front and back.

“Hey Winnie, meet Kipng’eno, a Kenyan athlete and our new trainer.”

I shook the man’s hand. He was definitely not a Kipng’eno. Not a Kalenjin! His skin tone and accent indicated that he was my tribesman.

So I decided to test him: I know a few Kalenjin phrases.

Me: Chamgei, Hello. Iyamunee? How are you? Kukurenen ng'o, What is your name?

Fake Kipng’eno: Ah. Sikuelewi. I don’t understand

Me: Ureciria nii no uhenie uria uhenetie athungu aya iiiiiiiii? You think you can lie to me just like you have done to these white people?

Fake Kipng’eno: Woooi, please ndukamere! Woooi, please don’t expose me!!

Wacira, (that was his real name) was glad that I didn’t let Adam and Eve know that he had never been in any athletic competition. How could they be so gullible? O well…

After a few years, Wachira has become an experienced  trainer. He participates in the Boston marathons and has a number of high end clients in Massachusetts.

When I go back to the US, I will be a trainer too. And I will change my name to Chemutai Kipsang.