Shoulder to shoulder, we ride along, complete strangers in the night with a set destination in mind. We are mostly polite and tolerant on the outside but suspicious and prejudiced on the inside
Eliud Kipchoge is running meets efficiency, endurance, poetry and fire. He brings a quality of grace and zen to the art of running a marathon.
Screw this our land and nation. May greed be our heed and need. May we dwell in the unity of our illicit wealth, thieving and lying and plenty be accumulated while we enjoy the power of office. That is the new anthem.