Going the wrong way, or there is no way? There’s to be a way

Many moons ago, my friend from Kenya narrates, he and his dance troupe arrived here in America to entertain. They were to feature in a series of cultural festivals.

Their arrival coincided with a local marathon, and since most of the dancers were physically fit, two of them decided to participate. Who knows, they said, a new world champ might even emerge. They ran well, but after a while, one suffered a muscle pull and fell behind.

The other one promised: let me sprint to the finish line, then come back for you.

And he did exactly that. Sprinted to the finish, then ran back for his fallen colleague, a mile or two away.

“Wrong way, wrong way,” American athletes shouted at the man racing against their flow.

“No way, no way,” the dancing athlete responded, enacting the few English words he knew.

The man was finally stopped by a policeman. “You are going the wrong way,” he said, blocking his path. Our athlete asked the policeman. “See man?” he asked, pointing at himself. The policeman got the drift. Have you seen a man like me, the athlete was asking.

The policeman having witnessed the evacuation of the other Kenyan athlete, instantly gave his response. He gestured to show a stretcher, then made some wailing sounds, twirling his forefinger.

The athlete nodded and ran back, now with the flow of the other athletes. He accurately told the others their colleague had been taken to the hospital in an ambulance. From the wrong way to now way, they found a way.