Yesterday evening I climbed Kgale Hill on a mission to photograph the supposed ‘blood moon’ (lunar eclipse) over Gaborone city. I reached Kgale summit (1,287m) at 6:42pm after a short solo hike and just after the moonrise which was 6:20pm.
I didn’t waste time, amid heavy breaths I set up my camera and immediately began photographing. I had a tripod, remote, my utility EFS 15-85mm lens and the EF 75-300mm, which I rarely use (all cheap lenses if you ask, but you have to shoot with what you have). I shot five useable pictures in 30min and packed before I climbed down. The moon was not red.
While standing on the hill top there were bright red lights blinking all around the city. I noticed that these were malfunctioning traffic lights. Even though they create traffic nightmare, I have to say, they look rather beautiful from Kgale at night – it’s like a deliberate decoration. From Tlokweng to Phase 2 area.
Despite the moon light, it was dark on the Hill tracks mostly used by fitness fanatics. It was a bit scary so I didn’t put the tripod in bag as I descended. I held it with both hands as if I was holding a big gun. Man, it felt like a real gun. I actually felt fearless with it in my hands.
At the foothill I heard church people, first praying then singing and later splashing of water. I stopped, turned off my headlamp and listened to their prayers. They were really loud. The chief pastor or the one who was leading the prayer sounded like he has come to confer his few followers with powers to heal and perform miracles. He begged God to improve their repute and social status, to be respected and revered people and become successful servants of God.
As I went further down I saw them. I actually saw their candles illuminating in the thick tree shrubs on the hill. I could hardly see the people. I loved their singing so I paused again, to listen to their song, but it was cut short by the leader and prayers restarted. This time everyone prayed. I had a chance to count the candles. Five. But there was some light from the Quarry site which could be explored for a picture. So I moved closer to where I was parked, for safety. I know these religious people can be dangerous sometime. They can stop in the middle of a deep prayer and beat a photographer just for taking a picture. So I stood next to the get-away car, then attached my 75-300mm lens and set up the tripod and took a picture.