The Expedition: The Kilimanjaro Diary
“Did you just come back from South Sudan?” That’s how Protus, the guard at the company cafeteria, greeted me when I stepped in for a bite last Tuesday. I looked at the serious stare on his face and knew that he simply didn’t mean that he hadn’t seen me for a while. There was clearly something wrong with my ‘tan’. “Why?” I asked. He said that I had turned too black, eve navy blue! That I had taken on the shiny black colour of the Sudanese. The black Sudanese, not the arab ones. I told him that I had gone to climb Mt Kilimanjaro and that it was too cold up there and that was why my complexion had changed to that of charcoal from Narok. “If it was cold, you ought to be light. Not this dark! " he said. I gave up the fight. I had suffered a frost nip and I had just gotten better. My nose, cheeks, face and lips had all decided to shed their outer layer…yet I am not a reptile. Yes, that explains why I didn’t blog much in October. I was busy running, jogging, walking, stretchi...