It has been seven days since I left Kigali and went hiking Mount Jali. This was not for a money deal or something else but for my love of adventure. Before we could hike the mountain with my fellows I thought it was no big deal and everybody seemed energetic until people's faces turned bluish.
As we started the journey from the bottom of the mountain I was just amazed at the knowledge in the back of my mind that the journey is easier understanding that it is my second time hiking such a mountain and without a doubt that I'm becoming now a professional hiker.
The first time I hiked at Mount Kabuye I almost died, well that mountain Jali seemed a bit smaller compared to that of Mountain Kabuye.
At the start, I was all smiling, greeting everybody, and walking on the front line thinking I would keep the same energy. Very funny, it only took probably thirty minutes that I lost the pace and started being left behind.
I didn’t keep in mind when people started to bypass me, because I knew I would get up again and go back to the front line. It was something I woke up thinking that day, and well I was determined to be better than my first time.
The funniest of this is that I got fully tired and sat down; I saw people with bigger weights going faster over me. I hated it, but trust me, I also loved their spirit.
So I stopped one of them to ask how she did it, and she said I would have to get up and keep up with her so she would answer my questions. Of course it felt kind of bad but, I did.
And in short, we have befriended, we conversed and I found she is a student at the University of Kigali.
"How do you do it?" So I asked her how she does it. I was dying to know, like how energetic she kept her vibe from start to the end which seemed impossible for me.
“I practice,” “I always work out. You just have to be active to make your body active, right?” She said.
"It is my weak body anyways," I realized. She left me behind of course after her advice as if she was teaching her young kid to walk and then I felt I couldn’t keep up anymore, However, I reflected on what she said and knew I could do it as well.
Somebody had told me about these drums when we were still at the meeting point, when I was still with so much energy, and I told him; “I will get there and see those drums.”
Then as my friend left me behind, I realised that I was actually behind everyone else. And when I remembered the drums at the top I was energized again.
I tried one last time to go speed up and I failed, then some friends whom they said they always go behind everyone so nobody gets lost came to my rescue.
They pushed me like a starving cow hit by drought they said they won’t leave me behind, and I did my best to go on a very slow speed but I kept going. I loved the courage they gave me, and the faith they had in me when they kept saying “Come on, you can do it!”
The author with other hikers at mountain Jali.
Overall, the experience was actually better than the first hiking at Mountain Kabuye, and I am sure I will keep having better and better experiences.
So at the peak, there is no bar, like at Mount Kabuye, but there is what they call “Ingoma za Ruganzu" loosely translated as “Ruganzu'drums.” and at these drums it where you can see the beauty of Capital Kigali, flatly with beautiful sceneries of the cleanest city in Africa.