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Embracing the Great Rift Valley, Kenya

Travelling is more than just backpacking and sightseeing. There is something deeper about it. It is about embracing. In July 2013, I escaped my busy life to follow my passion. I traveled to the Great Rift Valley – a piece of paradise that appears to be undisturbed for ages.

Great Rift Valley

The valleys were nicely garlanded with colors and lights. The white clouds were dancing at the summit of the hills. I could not take my eyes off from the landscape – mountains, flowers, greenery and lakes. It took me only minutes to grow in love with the irresistible scenery of the Great Rift Valley.
As I walked closer to the valleys, I traveled to the pages of my past and recollected a lesson learned – life is all about choices. I then chose not just to collect snaps but to collect stories few will have to share. I closed my eyes and extended my arms to embrace the majesty of the Great Rift Valley. I could feel the balance with everything around me and within me. I stood still for some minutes and in the echoes of my mind, I paid attention to my thoughts. I was conscious. I felt being alive. Nothing could have been better.
I made a promise to the Great Rift Valley too. I will not reveal the promise at this point in time though.

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On being a Massai

In Kenya, every day is different from the previous one. On the 17th of April 2014, I escaped the hustle and bustle of Nairobi, and ventured into the Nairobi National Park. The smell of the blossoming valleys, the mist-veiled hills, the rushing rivers, the plush greenery, the humming of the bees, the chirping birds, the silent roars of the wild animals, the solace and the silence of the place are all worth dying for. I smiled to myself as I strolled through the park and felt the little things around me. Meters ahead, I had the privilege to meet a Massai.

Massai

He showed me a glimpse of his incredible world – no expectations and no grumbles. The gentleman even permitted me to wear the traditional Massai outfit. I could identify myself with the Massai people. At that moment, I deeply desired to live as a Massai. Though my expedition came to an end, the Massai spirit dwelling into me has no end.
I learned, from the Massai, to expect less and to create more. In my mind, I am a Massai too and I vow to walk into the land of the Massai.