Agony of locals:

Memory of new year 2012

A great day we passed on the eve of the last day of the year 2011 at  Mombasa sea coast, Kenya. I, along with my fellow peers and colleague, had decided to celebrate new year in some year of Africa. After a lot of thoughts, considering the feasibility of our plans, we agreed with the decision of visiting Mombasa, Kenya. The sea shore of Indian ocean is charming and magnificent that we could not resist ourselves not to travel to Kenya. One fine morning, the day was most probably 27 December 2011, having packed our backpacks we commenced our journey to Entebbe, Uganda. From Uganda, by bus we started our for Nairoby, Kenya.


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On the Shore of Indian Ocean 2012

Humanitarian activities in DRC

a group of young generation charging their cellular phones in a camp
of Bangladeshi peacekeepers at KOMANDA in DR Congo. 

Preface

I am fortunate as I could involve myself with various types of activities for the betterment of the mass people of an African country. To reach the folks of DR Congo, I entitled myself with Bangladesh Army who are prominent and already been praised by their activities as peace builders in war-torn African countries. As a part of those teams I kept myself involved with numerous types of humanitarian activities in the remote areas of DR Congo. Of course I was not a fighter with arms moreover I fought to provide them a healthy and prosperous life so that they become able to lead a life with dignity. Credit goes to others as well with who I worked there tenure of three years contractual service. I saw it closely how they, the Bangladeshi casque blues, worked hard in an unsecured and undeveloped zone where life is always under a terrible threat. Though I was a civilian but worked there as a uniformed personal and my responsibility was to facilitate communication with the local in several languages. I tried my best to execute my job appropriately. Language is one of the vital elements for communication, and as our tasks were always with the local people I used to keep myself busy in almost all sorts of activities. Here I feel to mention a small portion of huge works we frequently executed in the soil of DR Congo.

Je t'aime, Afrique!

Our days in DR Congo were charming, full of danger, full of adventures and of course sometimes very lonesome and tedious. In the first year, there were a lot of stuffs that could make me astonished, people were quite enchanting, and places were overwhelming. That year, everything was new, unknown, uncovered. So, boredom could hardly be capable of touching me, though I missed sometimes my family, my friends, my city and above all my beloved country. The Second and the last year, I became habituated to be there by this time. Of course, each year I went through a lot of new experiences, I understood and discovered the area in a new way, the people were being revealed from the different perspective. At the same time, I got involved unintentionally with the environment and circumstances as if I was the part of them, and I was there for years, and going to stay forever!