A month before he left to climb Kilimanjaro, JAY NAIDOO first made the decision to go. Three weeks before he was due to leave, he sprained his ankle and wound up on crutches. But health warnings be damned, he went, and he did it for Mandela. And for himself. This is how it went.
Why did I go?
I'm turning 60 this year. This has always been on my bucket list.
But seriously, I wanted to pay a personal final tribute to the memory and values that Madiba stood for from the roof of Africa - the top of Kilimanjaro at Uhuru Peak, the highest free standing mountain in the world, towering close to 6,000 metres above sea. It would be closure of an era for me. And a small personal sacrifice for the enormous ones Madiba made for all of us. I also wanted to search for, and hopefully find, a renewal of the motivation to continue pursuing his dreams and hopes, that inspired for billions across the world who are today on the receiving end of an unprecedented pillage of human greed, poverty and inequality.
Photo: And so begun my personal final tribute to the memory and values...