and da "holidays" came

as i sit in the taxi looking out in window wondering why on all days 24/12 there was this heavy traffic jam, i couldn't help but look back and the days gone by reminiscing on the good old past and how things had changed in the last one year.
here i was heading home for the Christmas holidays empty handed now am told back in the day sons came home for Christmas and the parents were on the receiving end but in the writers case he was going home so as to have a decent meal to mark the day the lord was born i don't even want to imagine what the old ones thought on seeing me with a bag containing a few of my belongings.

i wondered whether our generation is just selfish or we just don't have the capabilities of our fathers. did they get a better education than we did, were they more responsible?

the marathon

running has been part of my life so much that i think if i had lived in the ancient times i would have made a good messenger delivering messages from Europe to Asia on foot and horses would have nothing on me. so my participation in the marathon this year came as no surprise to me this year i mean am the best there is where i work being the reigning 100m champion in our little world called Quality Chemical Industries some where in Luzira.

a month ago together with other officers from our little world we started preparations for this years MTN marathon, i started to prepare for what was going to be one of the most draining thing i was going to do this year. i have attempted to do this before back in my university days on the athletics team but i failed to finish the challenge of running 21km call it biting more than you can chew. i ran daily after 5 to be able to do 1o km on the day when most socialites were going to stay away from church on a Sunday morning not because of hang overs from well spent Saturday nites but b'se they had to run da marathon. i ran the hill s in luzira and mutungo to be ready together with other wannabe runners we visited corners i n Luzira i personally never dreamed of reaching at least not in this life time out own Maximum prison.

i was ready for the task ahead or at least that s wat my muscles and lungs told me, the mood in office was that you find in sports bars on those days when two English clubs are going to be playing one managed by a Scot and the other by a French what an irony, any way every one promised to out run the other some even claiming that they in it for ambition[ how wrong they were]


d day and every thing seemed fine save for the gray skies until when i arrived at Kololo Air strip the venue for the marathon , the egoistic rabble was still going on on trust me dressed in my Masaai garment i made way to the company tent, every one seemed happy to be about to tire their bodies out. i had arrived trust me am one optimistic being especially in sports activities but i got the pre game jitters, mentally i was ready but my body was in doubt, the longest i have competitively run was 800m way back and the best i got was 2 runner up not bad for a sprinter but here i was going to take on 10km, this was not my thing its a thing reserved for fellows like Anguyo and Kayongo former head prefects in my high school fellows who ran and made it seem like they got two pairs of lungs. this was not helped by the arrival of a friend of mine Collins Assimwe who laughed his lungs out as though telling me that i was on a suicide mission but his taunts would not deter me, i had prepared for this hence my hard work would see me through although i must admit that seeing Collins a guy who i know for doing things because they are done by the elite stay away from running in the marathon kind of gave me second thoughts ultimately worsening my pre game jitters though stil it motivated me to run and have the last laugh.

in the call area one got the feeling they get when down town in Owino market where no one trust no one and u think every one is out there to pick pocket u yes i had money in pockets to jump on a boda boda home in case i failed to make it,we were so many running in my category although the sight of people i clearly knew not as sportsmen kind of eased the tension and i gladly hugged them women and men convincing my self that they would be some one trailing behind me. the drama was yet to start cause when the starting gun was fired some bro of mine dashed for neatly maintained garden to take a leak{ i call them bros c'se of the bond and equality the marathon developed in the participants and along the way we encouraged each other like we knew each other}

i managed to run the entire marathon in one hour 19 minutes and overall arrive 4688 out of the very many wannabe runner clearly when u arrive after 5000 u register as a wannabe. it was a great experience especially the home run to the finish line as the joy of stopping this torture is beyond definition. i beat many and next year it wont be for fun i think i will go for ambition for they say experience is the best teacher. to you dia reader the marathon will leave all your body aching and hating you for putting it through a lot but your heart will silently be glad u did it.

my matatu

we all have something to share about taxis in Uganda unless your dad resides at the state house and you happened to be conceived after 86. well i have used matatus all my life and it was only until recently that i had graduated from matatus and used to cruise to my destinations behind the wheels in the comfort of my own given car. while at the university i was privileged to be among the not very many campusers who drove to class then hostel, it was goo, fast forward work or call it employment all the benefits of being a child disappeared, now i have to pay my bills, work for my food you can think god was doing it all over again to Adam and eve, trust me now i know how they felt upon leaving Eden. any way with this new adult life the car being owned by the big guy had to go as i exited his gates. i was back to zero and definitely had to go back to my old buddies those guys you all love to call conductors, i had to use once again the taxi park and endure the jam because now i moved with other fourteen passengers. the adjustment to my new life has been hard can you imagine sitting in a car for thirty minutes waiting for it to get filled, the pain of having the car stop every after 4 minutes to ask pedestrians clearly not looking like they are going some anywhere.then having the guy drive like crazy as though he has finally realized that he has not only helped you waste an hour but he has gotten you late for work. these matatus are really inconveniencing and uncomfortable but what is worse are those stage guides who call out for pedestrians and ask for 200 hundred shs and wont budge until they are paid even if when u stopped the conductor did the job by himself (forgive the masculinity personally i have not encountered any females in this business), these suckers like i always inaudibly call them can even stop you from using a give taxi just because it has defaulted on paying for using that stage, the goon even slammed the door in my face as i tried to board one forcefully you could think he was going to pay for or that he actually owned me. my lamenting could go on and on... now as for my matatu, its a special one OK they are many but all the same, they are so unique you can only access them from the nakawa taxi park. they are so old that their registration plate s range between UPK and the newest i think is the new formatted UAG. they are so unique that their coat of paint is peeling, they have no stereos, and their speed doesn't go beyond 50km/hr and as you go to Luzira this speed tremendously goes down to i think 10km/hr as you go up the slope around Akamwesi hostel you even fear that it could fail to go further and instead stop and start declining. they are so professional where by every passenger is asked not to board if their payment will involve exchanging notes of more than 5k, such passengers are asked to first get change or cash in with the conductor immediately to enable him break it down. the passengers are another interesting lot as this group of sapiens includes old women who give/ create demand for makers of bleaching substance, i guess you can now picture how they look like if you know what i mean, these be travelling to kintitale market so the stop over for them to disembark will cost u another 15 mins and by now those of us going to offices are dying with fury. these ladies are not only annoying they are bold too with one seated next to you she will ask you to help carry some of her merchadise not respecting your lous vitton neck tie and well polished clarks as she will spill some of the nakati on you and trample all ofver you feet as she gets her hugely exaggerated behind out of the matatu. the other lot is usually travelling to port bell and these will eat anything they can buy (one wonders if they actually save!) they will eat boiled eggs, bananas, roasted and boiled maize so if one actually farted you the corporate passanger will think that actually this earth has fury worse than hell. allow me to tell you about their conversation which is usually loud and interjected with loud clamours call it laughing, obscenities and definately men oh they also discuss these popular telenovelas so when i hear the chics at work discussing these soaps which even these mothers of mine can comprehend then i think the plot is way below me. so 3 mins to 8am i disembark off the matatu and rush to work to beat arrival time and wait for yet another painful ride on my matatu the following morning. where the stage guide will be calling out to those going to kitintale,bell, luzira, miami beach yes you read right MIAMI beach in Luzira if you ever dared to go it the repercussion of your visit please dont blame the writer.

prayer and sex

i recently read some where in one of the dailies that the catholic church asks its followers to recite a prayer before the act of coitus. now i come from a deeply rooted catholic family where we commune with seminarians,deacons,priests, monsignors, bishops and once in a while archbishops,the cardinal, and oh we once hosted the pope nuncio. with that back ground we follow the dogmas of the pope and the church teachings to the book because its the only sure way to go to heaven. but never have i heard that a prayer before sex was a must so i was left wondering if any human at least my age would take off time to recite a prayer before diving into bed to get it on. in this era where coitus is performed in all sorts of places and involves all sorts of rituals before actual coitus i wondered whether one would find time to recite a grace before sex.

situation one; very rare. one is at the rugby club after a slim win over heathens and in celebration of the win you're full from numerous lagers call it club if you want and there is this girl (for reasons of remaining raw) who has been downing your vodkas like her life depended on it and you manage to convince her to walk to your waiting saloon car and bang she is leaning on you and asking for it would you say the grace?

situation two;WTF you have been chasing this bird for a while inviting you to her place all in vain and one time she's visiting a friend at your hostel and the friend is not in and you bump into her in the hostel corridors and ask her to wait in your room, you put in a good movie and start watching and she forgets she had come to pick a hand out, its evening already you go out pick a bite and when you return she's comfortable on your bed checking out the music on your laptop , you join her and one thing leads to another. the question again would you stop to say the grace?

situation three; extremely tempting. its Saturday morning and you are in office finishing up some report or postings in my case and some intern is around surfing clearly bored and eager to make office interesting she has made it clear to you that she has a thing for accountants, u check and you notice its just three of you in office and you know that surveillance is broken and the third party(receptionist) is busy charting on face book or watching big brother on the reception TV, you meet her at the water cooler give her the look and she grins naively.... again do you stop and say the divinely prayer?

situation four;this is a tricky one BTW you are single recently dumped by galfie so after a month of trying to pick your self up you decide to join the boys in the bar and there you find this old friend from campus who didn't look so good back in the day but thanks to her new job she now has class and a fair sense of style. she's happy to see you , she smiles at you and embraces you in a deep hug clearly wanting you to notice how you are now on level grounds, she even offers to buy you your next drink. the catching up like we call it is set rolling.. fast forward its mid night not the Cinderella mid night where everything good varnishes and she returns to her rugs. she asks if you still have that car you used to drive at campus you agree by a nod of your and signal to the exit she supports her head on your on shoulder and when you get to the car she wont let you ignite the car and because of the loud rock beats still pounding in your head thanks to steak out's rock nite and the last one month of not getting some you boldly start kissing her and before you know it you have acrobatically left the front seats and are ripping each others clothes off.... again would you stop to say the grace?

situation five;thank you BIG GUY. you chased her, went all the way trying to impress, got ridiculed by the boys, you were laughed at and all you got from her was the dreaded NO and it was followed by "we can be friends." she's breath taking so you agreed so that at least you can be seen hanging out with her although in your head you are waiting for the opportune moment. after agreeing to her conditions she became overly friendly and six months down the road she introduces you to her friends as her best friend, she counts on you for the support even if the rest is off limit for you, she has sought your opinion on all her suitors and you have done a good job getting most of them rejected. finally its your birthday and yes you have thrown a drink up for your friends at your dad's house in those urban outskirt palatial residential areas. the alcohol is flowing an since you are not seeing any one thanks to her ever present self, she wants you to have a good day she is doing all to make sure the binge is a success and you are no where to be seen yes the cake has been cut and clearly every one is in zone. she finally finds you in your old room looking at your high school photos and you are smiling at your then innocent self and wondering where in the world your buddies in the snap. she quietly sneaks in, wraps her hand around you, she's tipsy and wants succulent avocados to rub on your arm. the adrenalin is running and she says some words in your ear which you cant register because of the anticipations of the what ifs. you pull her closer and she comes falling in your embrace and it s happening ladies and gentle men.... again would you ruin the moment with prayer? i will leave it there knowing that being the catholic i am sex before marriage is one way to hell and sex with protection is also considered un Godly. however to those of you who partake in coitus below is a grace you should recite and may be then those pills won't be necessary and the prophylactics won't break. amen

SPARTAKUSS

its seven years or more but i can still vividly recall the first time i met this one very interesting fella we all loved calling 'mungi' or 'tudde'. he was this new lad in school who had once been to SMACK and there was word going around that a new rugger was around campus, being the 'mbuzi' i was and a rugby player on college (one of the best in my time) i went up to him at the hostel to see who this new boy was whose presence was threatening my popularity on college...ahhh da college

any way back to poetry in my o'level i happened to be da best student in ordinary level literature with another RAY as we had both scored distinction two in the subject and apparently had failed to equal the legendary Norbert Mao whose name even the best James Amatre said with lots of admiration so as the rest of the school was showering us with praise, he arrived the student who had equaled MAO so here i was seated next to him and when i asked him (like was the custom while at college) what number he played as a rugby player, he went on to remind me that he didn't play numbers but position. he was not only proud he was also arrogant. any way i went on to learn that he was just like the rest of us and he even learned to call the rugby score trial and not try.

in class we were met by our poetry teacher to be one rowdy Ochieng Ralph he asked us to mention our grades in literature and u should have seen the manner in which Assimwe Collins dressed in a blazer, full uniform with spectacles already reading some literary works of the best. i could sense even rowdy Ochieng was intimidatedby this new guy in his classy.

as u might have already read from some where that i was a blubber mouth back in the day, but i might say Collins as we now call him in his prescence made me dumb just like Bassaniodid to his peers in the merchant of Venice. the brother could talk and later on he perfectly replaced Twase who had opted for sciences as the guy who took on rowdy Ochieng in the Lit lesson. his talkativeness even earned him a suspension from the lessons of Lit three together with his side kick 'wasulukare' now known as Gilbert.

aside from that i had the honor of serving with him on the prefectorate of 2003/2004 where he held the portfolio of assistant head prefect thanks to his talkativeness he beat his opponents hands down. we played side to side in rugby on the school team where he played his favourite position at the flank, we shared moments of joy and occasionally clashed over ladies one incident i will leave to tell on another day.

now when i see Collins living in the reality of lantern meet of poets. reciting poetry at Kiryas shows, is see the collin i met on that sunny after noon fresh from holiday eager to leave a big foot print on the college, that you did Collins and i know with the lantern meet of poets the sky is the limit for this man who now likens himself to SPARTAKUSS.

FRESH MAN YEAR

as i was going about my usual Friday evening program i could not help but realize that there was an unusual increase in the number of young ones in our good bars and from the way they carried them selves around only one conclusion could be arrived at, fresh men had ended their long vacations and joined higher institutions of learning and were experimenting on their promised prize the teachers always preached to them as they asked them to concentrate with the hope that if they did their best they could partake in the main dance. yes, they had taken over our good bars with their still raw sense of style, high school like dance strokes and singing out loudly when their favorite tune was played on the sound system cheering on the DJ to give them more, but fresh men why do u sip our good club beer with straws? bar tenders should stop serving beer to clients who go on to also ask for straws because its not only amateur but also embarrassing, OK the Barney in me is really strong on this one.

any way as i lay in the corner and watched these young lads and lasses i couldnot help but think back of my own fresh man year ,the highs and the lows and tdefinately the anti climax of not joining makerere and sadly joining kyambogo university.

around this same time of the year in 2005 i was destined to join the higher institutions of learning. i was so ready for it for the eight month wait was really tiring as i had had to sit at my old ladies shop daily and in away i felt ihad lost da little intellct i had pick up while in hsc. fast forward results are out and yes it was time to join makerere to study was it urban planning am sure i would now be in jail fro having all kiosks around town demolished and those living in slums sent back to mpigi or wakiso. so any the excitement is on finally we are going to drink, make merry with no limits its campu time and oh my the girls that had eluded me for thirteen years(did i mention i was in single school since primary one?) were finally going to to be mine and that feat was going to be legendary.

as plans were being made for what hall or hostel to reside in i got a phone call from a good friend of mine definitely off the rugby pitch telling me the list of sports scholarship was up at the sports department. this was it finally my for efforts inflicting pain and running hard on the pitch that had caught the eye of ug's best yayiro kasasa was paying off. this was i was going to university to study for free remember it was in my year that scholarships for arts students was scrapped so this was indeed a blessing.

the shock that i got when on reaching the sports department and learning that yes i had the scholarship but in another university kyambogo to be precise cannot be described, the disappointment was un bearable and the worst was yet tocome kyambogo's academic year was not opening until a month later so the painful long wait was to continue. but i waited went to kyambogo and yes resigned to tha fact that indeed the real campus excitement had come and gone past my door. we joined with another two friends of mine from school all as sportmen. first we hated the place and stuck to want took us there and that was sports and academics ignoring the social life including da not so appealing girls and opting for the more interesting social life of our brothers in MUK although this lasted up to look december and of course we could not over power assimilation, it overwhelmed us and we realised life wasnot as bad as we wanted to imagine. with that out of the way i must admit i really had a good time in kyambogo and even became the envy of my bros in mubs and muk. one of my friends even went on to become the gulid presiden t and made your truly the guild finance minister and with the guild coffers to ourselves what couldnt we get? no wonder red pepper went on to say HE bedded thes hotties in all posh hotels which was not true but politics wa at play.
thank u kyabogo and those that voted us into power u made kyambogo bearable and to u fresh men DO IT ALL being a fresh man is a once in a life time thing....................................

man eaters are they real???

can it be real that man eaters really exist? forget about the Zimba from our history class who terrorized the Portuguese on the coast. recently i received mail"man eaters family picnic" from some one with gross pictures that kept me away from meat for quite some time showing modern day Asians looking like they were the dot com type devouring what looked like was a human being.
without seeming to be bothered they dissect and dismantle the human body like a bunch of biology high school students in the lab.
this reminded me of child hood stories about night dancers can it be real that these night movers really consume human flesh and its some sort of delicacy could it be possible that people exist around here who feel nothing while they feed on their own kind. i took the pleasure to share with you pictures of what some people i think in Asia do when all hope for a decent meal is lost.
the government had better do something about the famine lest you or me become victims of hunger and anger from those without a meal. enjoy

WOULD YOU BE OFFENDED???

she's popular,famous,rich,striking,envied by many,chased by but failed many. she defines beauty and she's over flowing with it and out of the blue she likes you and she makes a very aggressive move to get you. she will do anything to get to you ,get your attention and then without pick up lines no funny you float my ark, songs of songs me and you the remix....
she wants you and that's all she cares for , she doesn't care what you think of her all she cares for is to get a "piece" of you. Now gentle men and yeah ladies too what would u do?? would you be offended.
last month i had a very eventful days. there were interns around work and yes, hell broke loose the faint heart ed took leave to avoid Clinton like situations and risk their bread winning jobs.

yours truly did not seem to be bothered by these new beings from team o estrogen and thought like the rest of these daughters of eve they would just pass and wait to be hit on and i planned to let them wait till they got bored and finally leave without disturbing my peace. the rest of the pack of guys lay their strategies, rehearsed their lines and even too loans to be able to get hold of these aliens in a pharmaceutical company.
i was wrong ladies and gentle men there was this brave mortal who risked it all and asked the around about this unapproachable guy in accounts. she managed to get hold of my extension number called me whenever she could and believe me in the beginning it was annoying. despite all her a fore mentioned attributes she was intelligent and cunning too and thanks to face book and one daring move she got my cell number now the stalking as i liked to call it started. she sent me texts which i ignored in the mean time being this busy guy in office, finally i succumbed and even sent up a date to reveal her identity. of course i tried to cheat my way into knowing who she was before hand to avoid any kinds of not so appealing vixens since we were to go for a sporting event where my boys would be and hell no i didn't want to show up with a not so appealing bird. this bird was clever she always rejected my calls when i was around for fear of revealing her identity, and thanks to these numerous telecommunication companies she had two cell lines and registered one to the human resource department. man she was bright but i was not about to let her win so ....
i am digressing yes finally Friday too bad basket ball was at the YMCA and i couldn't attend. i pick her up at around nine destination centenary park gardens like fate would have it i bump into my boss who i made sure swore to live by the saying that what happens in Vegas remains in Vegas much thanks to the bro code. with that out of the way i we settled down ordered for drinks and u dot want to know what happened next.... Tonie,Arnold,etc can tel the rest of the story for me.
all i can say is freely let her have it and i have no regrets after all it was one bold belle who knew what she wanted and was not scared to go for it. i least offended but simply amazed by her boldness and how emancipated she was. thirty one days down the road i would do it all over and i really miss her and its hard to take in that it will be another whole year before we get some new trainees

they have been the greatest.

Muhammad Ali greatest boxer to have ever entered the ring he attacked like no other and his foot work cannot not be compared. to put it in his own word,"I'm the greatest thing that ever lived. I'm so great I don't have a mark on my face. I shook up the world."

Michael Jackson the legendary king of pop from Gary Indiana, he danced , he sang and we watched all over the globe we tried to be like him especially on the dance floor unlucky for us it was never blood on the dance floor just a few bones out of place cause his precision could not be matched. like a snaked he was good to look at but not too good to get close to like he said,"Snakes are very misunderstood. Snakes, I suggest, may be the oldest victims of bad press.can u imagine he had a boa for a pet. To him one had to,"Keep on with the force, don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough."

Michael Jordan the bestest basket baller to have bounced the basket ball on these worldly basket ball courts, the legendary air Jordan did it all to win it all he sent the bar too high that even he failed to be like him when doing a stint with the wizards.

Michael Schumacer he once said,""I'm Michael Schumacher. I don't need to test my driving ability".Michael has been the author of a unique chapter in the history of Formula 1 and of Ferrari in particular. It has yet to reach its conclusion and what he has achieved extends over and above the results obtained. He is an exceptional man and a legend as a driver."

Zinedine Zidane forget about Pele or Maradona our generation did not get a chance to watch these football geniuses., let me introduce to u Zidane popularly nicknamed Zizou, he's a French former professional He played for thhe elite club teams and was a member of the French national team. His career accomplishments winning the 1998 FIFA World Cup and UEFA Euro 2000, in addition to winning the 2002 UEFA Champions League with Real Madrid.One of only two three-time FIFA World Player of the Year winners (Ronaldo being the other), Zidane was also named the European Footballer of the Year in 1998. His abilities were further recognized in 2004 when he was included in Pelé's choice list of the world's greatest footballers. He retired from professional football after the 2006 FIFA World Cup. he's only one of the very rare players to have scored in two world cup finals.

Brian Lara one of the finest batsmen of all time, this former West Indian cricketer topped the Test batting rankings on several occasions and holds several cricketing records. He holds the record for the highest individual score in first-class cricket, with 501 not out for WarwickshireDurham at Edgbaston in 1994, which is the only quintuple hundred in first-class cricket history. He also holds the record for the highest individual score in a test innings after scoring 400 not out against England at Antigua in 2004.^[4] Remarkably, he is the only batsman to have ever scored a hundred, a double century, a triple century, a quadruple century and a quintuple century in first class games over the course of a senior career.^{[5] [6]} Lara also holds the test record of scoring most number of runs in a single over, when he scored 28 runs off an over by Robin Peterson of South Africa in 2003. the pele of cricket .finally he asked the question,"Did I entertain?", to which he recieved a resounding YES from his fans and that was the end of his active cricket days.

Jonah Tali Lomu back in my high school day we tried in all ways to be like this chap, we ran out like him, held the ball like him and when we could tried to make heats like his. Lomu a New Zealand rugby union footballer. He had sixty-three caps as an All Black after debuting in 1994. He is generally regarded as the first true global superstar of rugby union. One of the sport's most intimidating players on the field,^[1] he has had a huge impact on the game.^[2] He was inducted to the International Rugby Hall of Fame on 9 October 2007.
Lomu burst onto the international rugby scene during the 1994 Hong Kong Sevens tournament and was widely acknowledged to be the top player at the 1995 World Cup in South Africa even though New Zea land lost the championship game to the host Springboks. At one time Lomu was considered 'rugby union's biggest draw card',^[4] swelling attendances at any match where he appeared.He is officially the Rugby World Cup all-time top try scorer with 15 tries.

finally i thought all the above were great and legendary until last night as i watched USAIN BOLT break his own record with so much ease and his nemesis failing to even come close enough to it(dude should fire his coach for filling him up with too much confidence and ideas that he stood a chance against the sprinting monster). who breaks his own record of 9.69? this guy is indeed a beast his strides alone makes him to seem like he's gliding as his competitors struggle to compete for second place. he is the greatest indeed 9.58 that in human no wonder some one on face book said the guy should be investigated as he could be feeding on cheetahs. one of the many theories of what could be behind his ernomous skill or call it talent if u want. another funny one was that he feeds on yams according to his folks if true i think my bros in bwaise could be winning races like a problem let alone the nigerians with their "fufu". he's the worlds greatest comes second to none and there seems to be no competition for him in the near future....the manly beast celebrating his ever expected wins. reminds me of some time back in high school where in my senior year i expected to win the biggest sporting accolade of the sporting week -the 100 m dash only to be upset by a little known wakabi lawrence who won it bolt syle despite being dragged in forcefully by his house to just participate i ended the race a miserable 3. i hate these striding athletes. but of of course we all love BOLT bolting away....go on player go on. since he is so good i also wanted to share this with u so u can appreciate the world records this dude has under his belt

Personal Details

• • Date of Birth - 21 August 1986
  • Place of Birth - Trelawny, Jamacia
  • Residence - Kingston, Jamacia
  • Athletics Disciplines - 100m, 200m, 4 x100m Relay
  • Club - Racers Track Club
  • Height - 6ft 5ins
  • Weight - 86 kgs - 13.5 stone

  
  Education

  • Waldensia Primary and All-age School
  • William Knibb Memorial High School

• Personal Records

  • 100m - 9.58 WR
  • 200m - 19.30 WR
  • 400m - 45.28
  • 4 x 100m - 37.10 WR