Despite never having left my country, I’ve always had a connection to Africa; for you it might just be a dot on the map, but for me it’s a place where my roots lie. While growing up in the diaspora, I constantly fantasized about the day I could come back and live out my childhood dreams.

Africa is more than an exotic place; they say visiting Africa feels like a returning to your roots. Each region of the continent is filled with culture and identity. With its stunning breathtaking landscapes and rich history filled with tales of powerful kings and queens, Africa, to me, feels like rejoining the mankind on broader temporal scale.

Exceeding any expectation, Africa is this mystic place that will completely alter your life for the better. It is not merely a fantasy but somewhere that exists while you wait across the globe to discover not just the world, but the true essence of yourself.

What's next? Pack your bags and head out. Wherever you decide to go, Africa will welcome you with open arms as it is calling you home. 
 

You’ve heard the stories. You’ve seen the pictures. But nothing prepares you for the moment you stand in the middle of Bwindi Impenetrable National Park, the mist swirling around you, and come face-to-face with a silverback gorilla. The jungle feels like it’s holding its breath. The only sounds are the soft rustle of leaves and your own heartbeat thumping in your chest. Then, through the thick trees, he emerges.

He’s massive, like something out of an ancient dream, with broad shoulders and eyes that seem to hold the weight of centuries. His gaze catches yours, and time seems to slow down. In that instant, you realize you’re not just a visitor here; you’re a part of something much bigger. This is his world. You’re just a fleeting moment in it.

The air is thick with rain and earth, the smell of the jungle so rich it feels like you can taste it. Your legs ache from the long hike through the dense undergrowth, your body wet from the trail’s muddy embrace, but all of it fades away. There’s only him. The silverback moves with an almost regal slowness, brushing aside branches and leaves with ease. He’s powerful, yes, but there’s a quiet dignity to the way he moves, as though every step he takes is part of an ancient rhythm.

And then, the baby gorillas appear. Their playful energy contrasts sharply with the calm strength of their father. They tumble and wrestle in the underbrush, their innocent joy a stark reminder of the life that thrives in this jungle, untouched by time. You watch, captivated, as the silverback keeps a watchful eye on his family. It’s a moment of pure, untamed beauty. The kind of beauty that feels like it’s been around forever, and will continue long after you’re gone.

Uganda is home to nearly half the world’s mountain gorillas, and seeing them like this, in their own world, is an experience that changes you. You realize, in this moment, that you’re witnessing something rare, something precious. It’s not about the destination. It’s about feeling the pulse of the earth beneath your feet, breathing in the wild air, and understanding that you’ve stepped into a place where time moves differently, where life exists just as it always has.

As you leave the jungle, you feel the weight of what you’ve just experienced. It’s not just the sight of the gorillas that stays with you. It’s the feeling of being part of something real, something raw. Uganda has given you more than a glimpse into the wild. It’s given you a piece of the wild itself. 
 

I grew up where the soil is red and the air is warm. The sun takes its time to rise and set, like it knows we’re in no rush. We didn’t have much, but we had everything that mattered. The land, the river, the people around us; everything worked together. That’s all we needed.

We didn’t wear shoes because the earth was soft under our feet. The smell of rain on the grass, the smoke from fires and the sound of cows calling all felt like home. The river was always there, either rushing when it rained or quiet and still in the dry season. It was always there, and it was part of us.

Every morning, we walked down to the river to get water. The jerrycans were heavy on our backs, but it didn’t matter. We slipped and laughed, racing to fill them. The sun would be rising by the time we got back, ready to start another day.

We washed clothes by the river. When the river was high, we would jump in, swim, and let it carry us. The whole day, we ate mangoes and guavas from the trees by the river, and that was all we needed.

In the shamba, we dug sweet potatoes from the earth. The smell of the soil was sweet, and we cooked them over a fire we made right there. There’s no food that tastes better than that; hot and fresh, right from the ground.

When visitors came, we didn’t just give them food. We gave them songs and dances. We put white chalk on our faces, wore our best clothes, and danced until our feet hurt. It was how we showed love, how we shared what we had.

Kenya might not have everything the world thinks it needs, but we have the land, the river, and the people who make this place home. And that’s all that matters.

So, world, if you want to feel real joy, come here. If you want to know what it’s like to live slow and simply, come walk with us to the river, sit by the fire, and feel the earth beneath your feet.

Come see what I see!