By the time Nakuru stretches into this weekend, you already know, hii si weekend ya kukaa kwa nyumba.

Friday begins quietly, like it always does. Work emails slow down, biashara closes early, and group chats suddenly become active. Someone sends a poster. Someone else says, “Tuko wapi leo?” And just like that, plans form without too much effort.

Along Njoro Highway, the lights at The Crane Resort glow warmly as people stream in with blankets tucked under their arms for a Saturday movie night from 6am till morning. It is movie night under the stars. The air is chilly but friendly, bonfires crackle, and laughter carries easily across the lawn. Three movies roll back-to-back, karaoke follows, and for a few hours’ strangers become familiar faces. Nakuru nights have a way of feeling intimate without trying too hard.

Saturday morning does not rush. At Trinity Chapel Nakuru, women dressed in denim and red walk in for the Glow Ladies Breakfast. There is no pressure here, no competition, just real conversations of women in ministry, a shared meal and Laughter filling the room. Encouragement is exchanged. For many, it is not just breakfast; it is a reminder that slowing down is also part of living well.

By afternoon, the mood shifts again. The rugby crowd starts gathering at NAC Grounds. After last weekend’s HSBC Division 2 spectacle in Nairobi, the action finally returns home. Nakuru Rugby Football Club faces off with Impala, and the terraces come alive. Jerseys in green and white dominate the stands. The banter is loud but playful. Every tackle earns a roar. Every try attempt pulls the crowd to its feet. There is something special about watching your team on home soil, no livestreams, just pure rugby energy right here in the valley.

Sunday morning, while some are still replaying Saturday’s highlights, another group is already awake at Nyayo Gardens Gate. The Nakuru Walk Movement gathers before 7am, stretching, greeting, laughing sleep out of their voices covering 18 kilometres of shared steps and shared stories. It is not about speed. It is about showing up.

Further out, cyclists head toward Bahati Forest, chasing both endurance and fresh air. Helmets on, reflectors bright, they ride into green calm and waterfall mist, choosing adventure overstaying in bed.

By Sunday evening, Nakuru exhales. The weekend has not been loud or dramatic. It has simply been good. Good company. Good sport. Good movement. The kind of weekend that leaves you tired but smiling.

See you at any of these events.

Oilers - KCB clash, road trips and picnics lights up Nakuru’s weekend

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