I stare across the wild African savanna that stretches towards the horizon. A fresh breeze of green notes hit my face. Scattered acacia trees shadow the golden savanna that seem to wash, like an oil painting, as mirage dances about.
As my eyes explore the horizon, I see a slight movement to my left, the shrubbery crowned by two beautifully shaped horns that sit majestically on the sides of its head. A Thompson Gazelle. He is chewing rapidly as it stares back at me with equal curiosity – me more bemused than a cautious fear.
Its tail is a constant pendulum speaking of its acute awareness of its surroundings. He suddenly takes off and disappears into the horizon.
Suddenly, what lies right in front of me was more than just a pale blue sky. My eyes follow a faint lining hidden behind the small cotton like clouds and I notice a brighter cloud. It’s shining against the sun rays. I take a breath of absolute mesmerism as I realise I am staring at Kebu. The highest peak of Mt. Kilimanjaro. It’s not clouds but dense snow that covers the flat wide crater. It’s a soaring 32 degree heat down here and yet it stands so grand with its snowed peak with a humble grandeur. The mountain dominates the horizon. It owns this vast space. It draws me in, a sense of hypnotism, serenity and an overwhelming sense of peace runs though me.
A dominance with a welcome, a pride and a possession. Reminding me that we share the bigger space around us, the moment, the minute and nature around us. A cool breeze blew over me, fragrances of wild jasmine, loamy anise and clove swim though. Again, my gaze is fixated and was it not for the family of elephants that walked across me, I would not have blinked. And there it was; the picturesque view; the postcard view. Blue sky. Shimmering snow-capped mountain domineering above the lands that the Tsavo Elephants have grazed upon for centuries.
