As I gazed at its threatening 19,330ft
like a wounded ant at the foot of an Iroko, My hopes to get to its top flattened.
I took my first step along Marangu-
Then the next- and another,
It was rough- really rough.
Along the line, I missed a step, I slipped Stood back with bruises, yet I moved on Not knowing if I would get to the top, Not caring how long it will take me, Nevertheless, I will try, I told myself Forgetting the altitude ailments Forgetting my fear for heights Forgetting that stubborn buffalo that crossed my part.
I got the top the very top- Africa's highest point The whole of Africa was beneath me I loved the view from above Then my arms were widened by the heights And my chest swollen from the air at the top Then, I slipped and fell horribly like a log back to the foot of Kilimanjaro
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