When Destiny Rolls The Dice

I have always wanted to do something that most people would consider insane. What possibly could be more insane than trekking? Trekking up the sides of a volcano! Yes, that has been my dream for a very very long time. Why? Admittedly, it sometimes does seem foolish but I associate a volcano with power and might. It’s something that shows the strength that the Earth has hidden within her bosom. Fiery hot lava doesn’t scare me, it fascinates me. It drives me insane wondering what it must be like to visualize the mountain giving vent to steam.

Ever since I have been a little child, I have always wanted to witness this first hand. That was how the mind of a child thinks. As I grew up, I learned to appreciate the perils associated with a volcano. A part of me was still not phased. As you know, there are numerous volcanoes situated across the world. Many are dormant and a few are still considered active. Every once in a while a volcano will erupt and it will fire up my dream once more!

I had been looking out for a volcano for long and it was only recently that I found one that piqued my interest. Mount Kiilimanjaro… Not only is Mount Kilimanjaro the highest mountain in Africa, it also has an interesting peculiarity. This mountain has three peaks. These peaks are also known as volcanic cones. That’s right! Mount Kilimanjaro is a dormant volcano… Even the names of the peaks sounded interesting to me. Kibo, Mawenzi and Shira… The peaks called out to me. I was helpless… I had to answer! That is how I found myself embarking on the journey of my life.


I found myself following the footsteps of the guide before me. There were times in which I was to afraid to look back. The distance that we had covered was vast but distance between me and the base was steadily increasing. I had never been a fan of heights. Somehow I was determined not to let that stop me. I was going to get to the top and accomplish my long pending dream. I wanted to conquer the volcano at any cost. That however meant that I had to conquer my fears. The panic attacks were coming more frequently and deep breathing exercises don’t always help in allaying the fears. That’s when a cool hand touched my elbow and I turned to see a fellow hiker smile at me.

“It’s going to be alright!” was all he said.

And so it was. A new friend was made and I found strength in the help that he offered. Fear wasn’t something that was going to bury me. It was going to help me rise and challenge myself.

I have always wondered why the volcanoes attracted me. I finally found out why. It was my destiny to climb one. For by overcoming my fears and accomplishing my dream, I also met the man of my dreams. Yes, I married the man who I met on that trek. That’s why I say that it was destiny!

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