There is a cluster of isles that look like floating gardens off the shore of Karongi. Monkey Island, which is home to a handful of monkeys, is one of them.
Monkeys love bananas and so do I. They are social animals and the same can be said about me. We have a lot in common.
The day I discovered Monkey Island, its residents stole my bananas and gave me a negative first impression. Despite our similarities, we started off on the wrong foot.
Upon arrival, I left my boat unattended and started strolling around. While doing so, I came across my favorite fruits and reaped what I didn’t sow, literary. When I returned to the boat, my bananas were gone.
I was angry with those little monkeys and felt like strangling them. However, that didn’t prevent me from returning to their island again and again. Each time I dropped by, I picked a few guavas. As I did so, they stared at me defiantly.
I held a grudge against them for a long time. Little did I know that they were also victims of theft and I was the culprit. Unbeknownst to me, I was stealing from them too. The guavas I was harvesting whenever I invaded their territory belong to them. I don’t condone their behavior but I should remove the bean from my own eye before I see the speck in their eyes.
The realization that I was equally guilty made my reaction questionable. I opened my eyes and saw the need to devise a conflict resolution plan. At the end of the day, sharing bananas did the trick. We have finally forgiven each other and put our differences behind us. After all, our similarities outweigh the genesis of our dispute.
Lately, we have been sharing not only my bananas but also their guavas. Sharing has the power to turn foes into friends. Last time I paid a visit, my hosts’ negative vibe had been replaced by a friendly reception. Their hostile facial expressions had turned into warm welcoming gestures — their way of saying, mi casa su casa.
Our beef was a reflection of a tag of war between human beings and wild animals over the control of resources. Members of different communities around the world have always been exploiting wildlife habitat in order to make ends meet. The need to clear forests for agriculture and construction is understandable but unreasonable human interference is detrimental to the long-term viability of the ecosystem.
Historically, man has been hunting in order to put food on the table. Recently, a new brood of leisure hunters has emerged. Yes, people have gone as far as killing animals for fun. In other scenarios, wild animals are killed because they prey on livestock and destroy crops. Cases of poaching and illegal export of animals or their body parts are also common.
We need to find a way to coexist and share resources. As superior animals who boast a more advanced cognitive development, it is our responsibility to restore peace and harmony.
Failure to embrace conservation and help nature to endure the havoc we constantly wreak is a threat to the survival of the future generations. We can’t afford to deplete natural resources and biodiversity.
As far as my relationship with the inhabitants of Monkey Island is concerned, selfishness created animosity between us but our newfound spirit of sharing paved the way for reconciliation.
Monkey Island is not as popular as the neighboring Nyamunini and Amahoro islands. Hikers prefer Nyamunini while picnic enthusiasts frequent Amahoro. Whether you are an avid hiker or a picnic lover, an encounter with monkeys is highly recommended. Remember to pack some bananas.
The author is on a tour of all 30 districts of Rwanda. His Karongi adventures are sponsored by The Click Creations, Ikaze Rwanda Tours & Travel, Kivu Tours & Travel, Rebero Kivu Resort and Exposure.