Maze hafi amezi abiri ntajya kurira imisozi. Shahu se ugira ngo ni iyihe mpamvu y'indi atari akazi? Ariko nta kundi. Uyu munsi nagiye kurira umusozi wa Zoko. Byari ubwambere, and it was unforgiving and underwhelming.
Unforgiving for it was punishment enough for slacking off. As many a time before, my lungs felt like they were burning. The mighty sun also did its share.
Underwhelming for I've grown to expect two things from a hike. A worthy challenge, or paramount scenery. I saw neither. This is no contradiction to the aforementioned. Zoko was supposed a "big bad". It was not. I've seen worse.
I have a lot of catching up to do, though. I believe I had taken myself to the deep waters to see what I'm made of. I need to go further. I need to regain my honour. Undress the fatigue and complacency like the undulating flame.
Ntaribagirwa. There is a myth about Zoko. Kera ngo umugabo witwaga Cacana yaharwaniye n'Urupfu. Ni uko abura umufasha ruramucika. Disi iyo agira umufasha urupfu rwari gucika i Rwanda. 😏