I choose to write about my country. Because about my life is to long how I make it from Congo(Kinshasa) to Germany and England .I born in CONGO, Kinshasa still have my two brother and sister there we have tel contact and then tell me that our country have gold ,diamond and so many other stuff, that our country can use to sell and build the country.but nothing happen we still have war that we don’t know why the figting for?many people say we have war with our narbar land Rwanda but the person who figt we as is one of as (Congolese)who take his soldiar from Rwanda to make it like we have war with Rwanda.so now ithe Congolese think the Rwanda figt with as to have little part of congo.in area coll coma childrean and mutter have be rape morning or afternoon no body want to talk about it the youger son in age of 10 ,13, 14, the rebel take them make them soldier within brain ,amy within brain bcs this youg soldier the kill everything what come acrosse them no humain felling.the true story of one women in goma who his man and childrean was killed on the front of her she was rape in afternoon the same soldier who kill her family the come again in the midnight to rape her again.no body want to know or to talk about it .why is no body ther to help this people in need?i can read so much about the Congo that make me cry .i think everybody ther want the country to be in trouble so the can stell within control..
Genevieve
Thursday, 29 October 2009
THE JAAWO CLAN OF FULLADU WEST IN THE GAMBIA
My name is Cecilia Ann Campbell Nee Jaawo; I come from a village called Fullabantang in the Central River Division of the Gambia, West Africa. I am going to tell you a story about my family the Jaawos. Moundeh Jaawo was my grandfather his wife was called Sera Berreh Mballoh; Moundeh holds the great events that make the Jaawos memorable in my clan. He made his own settlement near the boarders of Senegal and The Gambia, he called it ‘Sare Moundeh’ which means Moundeh’s settlement, he planted a lot of mango trees which are still harvested to date by my family.
It happened that boundary stones where been put in place by the French who colonised Senegal and the British who colonised the Gambia so as to have a proper road map in place. However, during the demarcation process my grandfather’s land was taken. Grandfather was very upset, he called his clans men and they discussed what they were gong to do about the problems at hand. Moundeh had already worked out all what he was going to do in order to get back what belonged to him.
The boundary stones are very large it was buried half way into the ground and cemented so that only a quarter of it is was showing above ground level. After the stone was placed, Moundeh called his people one night and asked them to help him dig the stone out and move it out of his land and beyond. He warned them that if they were found out then he would take responsibility alone and say he did it all on his own. My Grandfather had great knowledge and other powers which earned him respect among his people and they trusted whatever he said to them.
When the boundary stone was found out of place, Moundeh was asked because he was the closest and admitted to doing it; the authorities insisted he had to name all the people who helped him because it was not possible to do the job on his own. Moundeh refused and his people also did what he told them so they did not get involved.
Moundeh Jaawo was arrested and questioned and then upon his release a court date was set to judge his actions. When the day approached Moundeh asked his mother to make sac clothes for him this was to include shoes, trousers, shirt and a hat, he also wanted her to roast some groundnuts (peanuts) for him all in preparation of his court hearing. The day arrived and people from all over the clan came to witness the day’s events. Moundeh arrived late, he found all seated, wondering if he will even turn up, upon entering the court room he took a hand full of the nuts from the ones his mum had roasted for him and started de-husking them in his hands and blowing the husks on the people as he went to take his seat in the front. Everyone was surprised at his actions because traditionally groundnut husks on people is believed to be a curse and for him to do that was completely out of order.
Now the judgement began, and Moundeh was asked about what had happened but he decided to say nothing, all he did was he nodded his head and behaved abnormally and convinced everyone that he was mentally disturbed. At the end the judgement was called off and he was set free on the grounds that he was not unstable. Afterwards, the French came to return the stone were it was but the first ones that came were attacked by bees out of nowhere and most of them died and the lucky ones escaped safely. This event terrified the French and English and at the end they decided to leave the stone where it was, making Moundeh a winner. When everything had died down Moundeh would say to his people ‘I have done what I will never repeat but I have done what no mate of mine can top’
THE JAAWO CLAN OF FULLADU WEST IN THE GAMBIA
My name is Cecilia Ann Campbell Nee Jaawo; I come from a village called Fullabantang in the Central River Division of the Gambia, West Africa. I am going to tell you a story about my family the Jaawos. Moundeh Jaawo was my grandfather his wife was called Sera Berreh Mballoh; Moundeh holds the great events that make the Jaawos memorable in my clan. He made his own settlement near the boarders of Senegal and The Gambia, he called it ‘Sare Moundeh’ which means Moundeh’s settlement, he planted a lot of mango trees which are still harvested to date by my family.
It happened that boundary stones where been put in place by the French who colonised Senegal and the British who colonised the Gambia so as to have a proper road map in place. However, during the demarcation process my grandfather’s land was taken. Grandfather was very upset, he called his clans men and they discussed what they were gong to do about the problems at hand. Moundeh had already worked out all what he was going to do in order to get back what belonged to him.
The boundary stones are very large it was buried half way into the ground and cemented so that only a quarter of it is was showing above ground level. After the stone was placed, Moundeh called his people one night and asked them to help him dig the stone out and move it out of his land and beyond. He warned them that if they were found out then he would take responsibility alone and say he did it all on his own. My Grandfather had great knowledge and other powers which earned him respect among his people and they trusted whatever he said to them.
When the boundary stone was found out of place, Moundeh was asked because he was the closest and admitted to doing it; the authorities insisted he had to name all the people who helped him because it was not possible to do the job on his own. Moundeh refused and his people also did what he told them so they did not get involved.
Moundeh Jaawo was arrested and questioned and then upon his release a court date was set to judge his actions. When the day approached Moundeh asked his mother to make sac clothes for him this was to include shoes, trousers, shirt and a hat, he also wanted her to roast some groundnuts (peanuts) for him all in preparation of his court hearing. The day arrived and people from all over the clan came to witness the day’s events. Moundeh arrived late, he found all seated, wondering if he will even turn up, upon entering the court room he took a hand full of the nuts from the ones his mum had roasted for him and started de-husking them in his hands and blowing the husks on the people as he went to take his seat in the front. Everyone was surprised at his actions because traditionally groundnut husks on people is believed to be a curse and for him to do that was completely out of order.
Now the judgement began, and Moundeh was asked about what had happened but he decided to say nothing, all he did was he nodded his head and behaved abnormally and convinced everyone that he was mentally disturbed. At the end the judgement was called off and he was set free on the grounds that he was not unstable. Afterwards, the French came to return the stone were it was but the first ones that came were attacked by bees out of nowhere and most of them died and the lucky ones escaped safely. This event terrified the French and English and at the end they decided to leave the stone where it was, making Moundeh a winner. When everything had died down Moundeh would say to his people ‘I have done what I will never repeat but I have done what no mate of mine can top’
It happened that boundary stones where been put in place by the French who colonised Senegal and the British who colonised the Gambia so as to have a proper road map in place. However, during the demarcation process my grandfather’s land was taken. Grandfather was very upset, he called his clans men and they discussed what they were gong to do about the problems at hand. Moundeh had already worked out all what he was going to do in order to get back what belonged to him.
The boundary stones are very large it was buried half way into the ground and cemented so that only a quarter of it is was showing above ground level. After the stone was placed, Moundeh called his people one night and asked them to help him dig the stone out and move it out of his land and beyond. He warned them that if they were found out then he would take responsibility alone and say he did it all on his own. My Grandfather had great knowledge and other powers which earned him respect among his people and they trusted whatever he said to them.
When the boundary stone was found out of place, Moundeh was asked because he was the closest and admitted to doing it; the authorities insisted he had to name all the people who helped him because it was not possible to do the job on his own. Moundeh refused and his people also did what he told them so they did not get involved.
Moundeh Jaawo was arrested and questioned and then upon his release a court date was set to judge his actions. When the day approached Moundeh asked his mother to make sac clothes for him this was to include shoes, trousers, shirt and a hat, he also wanted her to roast some groundnuts (peanuts) for him all in preparation of his court hearing. The day arrived and people from all over the clan came to witness the day’s events. Moundeh arrived late, he found all seated, wondering if he will even turn up, upon entering the court room he took a hand full of the nuts from the ones his mum had roasted for him and started de-husking them in his hands and blowing the husks on the people as he went to take his seat in the front. Everyone was surprised at his actions because traditionally groundnut husks on people is believed to be a curse and for him to do that was completely out of order.
Now the judgement began, and Moundeh was asked about what had happened but he decided to say nothing, all he did was he nodded his head and behaved abnormally and convinced everyone that he was mentally disturbed. At the end the judgement was called off and he was set free on the grounds that he was not unstable. Afterwards, the French came to return the stone were it was but the first ones that came were attacked by bees out of nowhere and most of them died and the lucky ones escaped safely. This event terrified the French and English and at the end they decided to leave the stone where it was, making Moundeh a winner. When everything had died down Moundeh would say to his people ‘I have done what I will never repeat but I have done what no mate of mine can top’
THE JAAWO CLAN OF FULLADU WEST IN THE GAMBIA
My name is Cecilia Ann Campbell Nee Jaawo; I come from a village called Fullabantang in the Central River Division of the Gambia, West Africa. I am going to tell you a story about my family the Jaawos. Moundeh Jaawo was my grandfather his wife was called Sera Berreh Mballoh; Moundeh holds the great events that make the Jaawos memorable in my clan. He made his own settlement near the boarders of Senegal and The Gambia, he called it ‘Sare Moundeh’ which means Moundeh’s settlement, he planted a lot of mango trees which are still harvested to date by my family.
It happened that boundary stones where been put in place by the French who colonised Senegal and the British who colonised the Gambia so as to have a proper road map in place. However, during the demarcation process my grandfather’s land was taken. Grandfather was very upset, he called his clans men and they discussed what they were gong to do about the problems at hand. Moundeh had already worked out all what he was going to do in order to get back what belonged to him.
The boundary stones are very large it was buried half way into the ground and cemented so that only a quarter of it is was showing above ground level. After the stone was placed, Moundeh called his people one night and asked them to help him dig the stone out and move it out of his land and beyond. He warned them that if they were found out then he would take responsibility alone and say he did it all on his own. My Grandfather had great knowledge and other powers which earned him respect among his people and they trusted whatever he said to them.
When the boundary stone was found out of place, Moundeh was asked because he was the closest and admitted to doing it; the authorities insisted he had to name all the people who helped him because it was not possible to do the job on his own. Moundeh refused and his people also did what he told them so they did not get involved.
Moundeh Jaawo was arrested and questioned and then upon his release a court date was set to judge his actions. When the day approached Moundeh asked his mother to make sac clothes for him this was to include shoes, trousers, shirt and a hat, he also wanted her to roast some groundnuts (peanuts) for him all in preparation of his court hearing. The day arrived and people from all over the clan came to witness the day’s events. Moundeh arrived late, he found all seated, wondering if he will even turn up, upon entering the court room he took a hand full of the nuts from the ones his mum had roasted for him and started de-husking them in his hands and blowing the husks on the people as he went to take his seat in the front. Everyone was surprised at his actions because traditionally groundnut husks on people is believed to be a curse and for him to do that was completely out of order.
Now the judgement began, and Moundeh was asked about what had happened but he decided to say nothing, all he did was he nodded his head and behaved abnormally and convinced everyone that he was mentally disturbed. At the end the judgement was called off and he was set free on the grounds that he was not unstable. Afterwards, the French came to return the stone were it was but the first ones that came were attacked by bees out of nowhere and most of them died and the lucky ones escaped safely. This event terrified the French and English and at the end they decided to leave the stone where it was, making Moundeh a winner. When everything had died down Moundeh would say to his people ‘I have done what I will never repeat but I have done what no mate of mine can top’
WHEN THE BRITISH VISITED TOMBURA
BLACK HISTORY MONTH
I come from the Azande tribe which is a tribe found in the South of Sudan, North of C ongo and Central Africa. Our Clan is the Avungara Clan which is the ruling Clan of the Azande.
The short story I am going to tell is about my great grand father Chief Tombura. Few years ago my father was given a book about the Sudan by one of his English friends; the book was called Our Sudan It’s Pyramids and Progress. The book is telling a story of the how the British colonials travelled through the Nile and also described the places and the people they visited. I read some pages of the book at the time and got me very interested to know the history of my ancestors.
When I came to England I started to look for that book, it took me more than seven years to acquire the book. The British colonials travelled to through the Nile and visited almost all the part of the Sudan. When they arrived to the village of Tombura, My Great grand father who is also called T ombura welcomed them and asked them whether they came in peace or not because the were armed, they said they were. H e offered them his personal chef to cook for them. They stayed in the village of Tombura for some days and travelled to another village where another cousin of T ombura rules. Chief T ombura sent messengers to his cousin telling him the white people are coming in peace, they were given gifts of elephant’s tusk , honey and food for the road. Chief Yambio(Tombura’s cousin) was always very suspicious of foreigners and was not really sure of the intentions of the white people.
Chief Y ambio was right; eventually the British destroyed the Azande Kingdom. It is still there, we still have the tribal chiefs and the respect is still there for the clan.
The Azande are well documented by the famous anthropologist Sir Evans P ritchard who went and live among the Azande to study their Kingdom behaviour and way of life.
CATHERINE TOMBURA
I come from the Azande tribe which is a tribe found in the South of Sudan, North of C ongo and Central Africa. Our Clan is the Avungara Clan which is the ruling Clan of the Azande.
The short story I am going to tell is about my great grand father Chief Tombura. Few years ago my father was given a book about the Sudan by one of his English friends; the book was called Our Sudan It’s Pyramids and Progress. The book is telling a story of the how the British colonials travelled through the Nile and also described the places and the people they visited. I read some pages of the book at the time and got me very interested to know the history of my ancestors.
When I came to England I started to look for that book, it took me more than seven years to acquire the book. The British colonials travelled to through the Nile and visited almost all the part of the Sudan. When they arrived to the village of Tombura, My Great grand father who is also called T ombura welcomed them and asked them whether they came in peace or not because the were armed, they said they were. H e offered them his personal chef to cook for them. They stayed in the village of Tombura for some days and travelled to another village where another cousin of T ombura rules. Chief T ombura sent messengers to his cousin telling him the white people are coming in peace, they were given gifts of elephant’s tusk , honey and food for the road. Chief Yambio(Tombura’s cousin) was always very suspicious of foreigners and was not really sure of the intentions of the white people.
Chief Y ambio was right; eventually the British destroyed the Azande Kingdom. It is still there, we still have the tribal chiefs and the respect is still there for the clan.
The Azande are well documented by the famous anthropologist Sir Evans P ritchard who went and live among the Azande to study their Kingdom behaviour and way of life.
CATHERINE TOMBURA
A Tale of Two Brothers
I'd like to tell a tale of two brothers. Two brothers who lived and died over a hundred years ago in what is now modern day India.
My whole extended family is descended from these two members of a family who once lived in a small village in Punjab region of India. They were just two individuals who took the offer to move to an undeveloped and arid part of northern Punjab by the British rulers. The chance to own their own agricultural land coupled with a parcel of land in a new village on which they could build a home for themselves and their families.
The government of the day provided the means to earn a decent living and to be a proud part of the land owning classes. This very parcel of land has now been divided up and passed down from through generation to generation. It also enabled those wishing to travel (Haj), emigrate (UK, USA) the means to fund that initial trip. A trip many thought would be a purely commercial reason lasting just a few years and then return to their homeland.
Once a person gets a taste of the grass on the other side of the fence it can be very difficult to go back and settle into the old ways. Made virtually impossible once marriage and families happen. A life abroad is then made, from which children and grand-children in turn move away on to new opportunities.
Siddique Hussain Oct 2009
My whole extended family is descended from these two members of a family who once lived in a small village in Punjab region of India. They were just two individuals who took the offer to move to an undeveloped and arid part of northern Punjab by the British rulers. The chance to own their own agricultural land coupled with a parcel of land in a new village on which they could build a home for themselves and their families.
The government of the day provided the means to earn a decent living and to be a proud part of the land owning classes. This very parcel of land has now been divided up and passed down from through generation to generation. It also enabled those wishing to travel (Haj), emigrate (UK, USA) the means to fund that initial trip. A trip many thought would be a purely commercial reason lasting just a few years and then return to their homeland.
Once a person gets a taste of the grass on the other side of the fence it can be very difficult to go back and settle into the old ways. Made virtually impossible once marriage and families happen. A life abroad is then made, from which children and grand-children in turn move away on to new opportunities.
Siddique Hussain Oct 2009
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