Thanks so much for having supported me throughout this 2 year journey. It is just the beginning. Check out my Talk for TEDx ALUbayyid. I'll doing many speaking tours around Canada and around the world.
We live in a world today that desperately needs collaboration from all parts of the globe no matter what tribe, race, gender or religion you're from. To see Africa grow we see humanity grow, that goes for every other continent and nations. Now is the time to put aside our differences and focus on solutions for a more sustainable future, cleaner environment and more tolerant behaviours that we can all thrive from, not just a select (lucky) few but every one of us have much to benefit from this as well as contribute.
It starts with you making the first brave step.
What is it to be a man today? - Power is not Abuse or Domination - Presence is not Absence - Strength is not Hardness - Clarity is not Judgment
- Assertiveness is not Aggression
- Leadership is not Control, Law & Order
- Meditation is not Reclusiveness
We need to change the narrative, we speak a lot about women's rights and roles in society but in order to live in harmony we need to address the issues with men. We are constantly told to be absent, hard, controlling even though that's not what we want. Let me cry if I want to and when I need to, allow me to be vulnerable when It is necessary.
What are your thoughts about a man in the this world today?
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This is an advice from me to everyone, it also applies to myself. If you want to go on a week long camping trip, lose 20 pounds or perform a meaningful speech do you just wing it, rely on your instincts or do nothing? All of the above will set you up for failure. Success stories have a backbone no matter how trivial.
Vision, preparation and action are the 3 fundamental stages one most go through in order to accomplish anything well in life. These are based on my own experiences, research and observations of other people who have accomplished success in their lives follow their dreams, or simply just want to try out something new.
At the border my Visa was expired by one day, so the conclusion for them (particularly a woman working there who can't speak English) decided to confiscate my passport without explanation. You can imagine how livid one might become at this moment. I nearly lost it, all the harassment, all the authorities without brains telling me what to do wrong, I just couldn't handle it anymore. However strong my efforts nothing changed. A few hours later a man came to my rescue who knows a little English and he explained to me that my passport is to be mailed back to Addis Ababa to immigration there. I thought why the hell couldn't they have made an easy phone call or done it like every other country in the world where you pay a late fee at the border. This made life incredibly difficult. I had to take a bus back to Addis to retrieve my passport and pay a late fee.
I’m in Ethiopia and it’s beautiful here. My time in Kenya however felt too short and fast. Charlotte and I covered roughly 1000km in 1 month. I climbed Mount Kenya, walked with Massai warriors and enjoyed the vastness of scenic lands. I will write a blog on my experience of Kenya on my website http://www.mariorigby.com
Ethiopia, although I’ve only been here a few days has great coffee, delicious foods and a very diverse background of African tribes who live along the Great Rift Valley. I will hang out in Addis for 2 weeks where I try to find funds to continue my walk across this cuntry, then begin my Ethiopia to North Sudan walk. I’m really excited to explore this incredibly vibrant and rich country.
On the sad news my most trusting companion Charlotte will be heading back to Berlin for school. She has joined me solidly from Iringa, Tanzania to Moyale, Kenya (border between Kenya and Ethiopia). It won’t be the same without her, the bravest person you could ever meet.
I had the honor of joining Futbol Mas in Kibera, Kenya for a fun football practice session with the local children. It was an eye-opening experience just to walk through Kibera to get to the football pitch. The region is Africa’s largest and the world’s 3rd largest slum consisting of roughly 1.5 million people and home to dump sites that hold foundations for homes in the country. The problem is that the garbage along with human waste is scattered throughout Kibera making it very inhospitable for living conditions. River waters have been contaminated by overflowing garbage.
Fútbol Más help the children of Kibera region forget about the hard conditions surrounding them if even for a split moment. They are introduced to team work, organizational skills, mentorship and most importantly having fun.
To learn more about the organization please follow their Facebook page Futbol Mas Kenya or visit http://www.futbolmas.org/pais-kenia/
Today was the day I was suppose to catch a ride with Lilli Molitor to the border of Namanga region, which splits Tanzania and Kenya apart. This is the area I ended my last walk. Our plan was to walk from the border to Nairobi via the A104 road but before we would leave our bags behind at my buddy Neil’s house. I met Neil the year before in Vilanculos, Mozambique during my journey. Once we met up with Neil he was prepping to climb Mt. Kenya with his friend Lucy, they had just an hour before they had to depart. They both asked if we’d be keen to join, after some back and forth talks with Lilli we decided to climb the mountain with them. That was probably the most last minute mountain climbing decision ever made. However the days ahead of us would tell us it was well worth it.
I’m 31 today and this time last year I celebrated my 30th birthday on a flight to South Africa. With no clue as to what to expect, I had only my faith in humanity and my 10 month long preparations for this 2 year journey. It is now year 1 and it has been a really tough road. I make it appear easy, believe me it is not. The shootings with rebel tribes in Mozambique, the arrests in South Africa, jailed in Malawi, threatened by elephants, hippos and snakes, nearly drowning trying to cross rivers or drowning in the middle of Lake Malawi. I desperately would like to be in a dark quiet room and do nothing for 1 more month.
It’s been hectic, pushing 30 to 50km per day to make up lost time in Nkhata Bay. Impossible to sleep anywhere without children, sometimes of the hundreds bombarding. You want to stay sane and smiling but the tiredness gets to you.
In each village (or random beach) I have to meet with the chief (the guy in the white shirt) and he decides whether I stay or not. Some of these people along this massive lake have never seen a foreigner, so for me to speak English with a black face is completely alien to them.
Today I had some problems with the kayak, where it nearly went sinking 2km out in the lake. That was the scariest moment, forget the 3 – 4 metre high waves, they’re fun. But having your boat sink while adrift can really get your nerves going. I managed to swim ashore (along some rocks) which had me scraped up head to toe, however I survived and managed to save the kayak as well. Lesson well learned.
A modern explorer recently finished a voyage of walking across Africa entirely by foot and kayak.