The Master of the Tugela

As the salty sweat runs along a smooth path on my back The sun burning my skin to the finest of nature's browns My heaving eyelids are slightly lifted to one of Africa's superb monuments... Endless views and beauty, Unlimited splendour to the creator of such a splendid sight Continous like a nation of its own How many have had the bravery to climb Curiosity pondering my mind at what each experience was like And to finally have a tiny taste To experience it on my own