Normally daladalas take the form of a minibus, but the one to Longido was a 9-seater station wagon. We took the road northwest of Meru, where the land grows tired of its hills and lies down in a long dusty plain. We passed through this land for an hour until Mt. Longido appears, a phoenix rising from the earth, casting a long shadow over the barren plain below. It is a mammoth. We rise above it.

As we climb Longido we pass through seasons. The land at the base is arid and dry. Thorn bushes pinch us as we walk across sand and stones. Further up the elevation induces a metamorphosis on the vegetation, the ground is covered in autumn leaves, a harvest palette. Then the mountain changes faces once more into a jungle with dripping trees, everything green, everything wet. We summit in a mist, eating lunch on the rocky precipice as the clouds tease us with the odd glimpse of the desert below, never giving us the pleasure of a full view.

A maasai warrior leads us up the mountain. He cuts down branches in our way. Now and then he throws a large rock down the mountain just to see how far it will roll. “Can I take your picture?” “Yes.” He stands unmoving, serious. His name is Moses. Climber of mountains. Thrower of rocks.

As we descend the voices from an open air church rise up to meet us, harmonies beckon, welcome us home.


2 Responses

  1. Sounds beautiful.

    You should post that picture! 🙂

  2. well done joel. depicted quite nicely. i don’t remember anything written about your graceful fawn-like traipsing tho 🙂

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