POBNEWS24, Dhaka, Nov 8, 2021 :There is nothing like telling the story of growing coconut and neem trees in the desert soil. However, in Juba, the capital of South Sudan, the appearance of some of the trees that grow with other trees is a little different. Bangladesh behavior may also be found in their behavior. Members of the Bangladesh Peacekeeping Mission are raising them in the rough soil of East-Central Africa. Watering in turn, regular cleaning of roots or application of pesticides. The flag of Bangladesh then flew in the air next to the tree on the different soil of other people. The story of a shady backyard of our muffsball house is mixed in the branches and leaves of the trees.
Seeing through social media, at one stage of the question, the bearer of the tree admitted that the trees planted in the soil of South Sudan were saplings made by his mother. Although the project officer of Bangladesh Engineer Contingent-20 carried and planted the trees in the mission, now the trees belong to other members of the team as well. He took a few coconut saplings for the first time when he returned home from a holiday in 2006. He visited Juba for the first time in 2005, two years after South Sudan came under autonomous rule. Attempts to reconcile with the hot sandy soil and the fight against conflict violence began. The southern part of the main Sudan is still. The members of the mission are trying their best to maintain peace in a village that has been hit by heat and tribal clashes with the north. Occasionally there is a strong heat wave and dust storm. The life of returning to the camp every day in the scorching sun. Uncertain every day-night.
He saw that when he went to sleep exhausted at the end of all the responsibilities, he suddenly had an illusion. Geographical distance reminds us again and again, any time is the last moment of life. Maybe the parents’ faces will never be seen again. As he stared at the indefinite darkness, he saw Jochna descending into the unfamiliar open courtyard. In a light that removes stains of a certain size on the object. Then human imagination loses its limit. His mother is cooking sitting on one side. The old mango tree in front is leaning. Just now, the brown cat jumped out of the tin rice and went for a walk near the shore in the greed of the fish. The leaves of the coconut tree at the back of the house are swaying in the wind like pigtails. Imagination merges in the darkness and the real tree shakes its head to say no. You can understand that some part of the mind is wandering intensely, passing by the chowrangi of Faridpur and going to the backyard of the shady house. Feeling we have ‘Run out of gas’ emotionally.
When South Sudan became independent in 2012, the contingent of Bangladesh was removed from Juba. When he returned, he left the trees in the care of the locals.
He went back again. Saw, taking care of the defeated tree in the battlefield of life. I’m upset. They were not just trees, when Rose came back every day and stood near them, it seemed like a backyard. The mother is touching. Another comrade-in-arms, Bangladesh Contingent Commander Lieutenant Colonel Ekman, was among the sympathizers when he returned to Juba in 2020. This time the project officer tied up 12 coconut saplings and about two hundred neem trees. He was the first to say that these trees were brought for the flies of Sudan. The flies in South Sudan are very fierce. When he did not go back, he turned around and grabbed more cows. The big medicine for this is a good variety of neem tree.
This time, when I had to go somewhere far away for a few days to fulfill my responsibilities, I started worrying about feeding the children. Several more fruit flower saplings have been planted in the premises. The other members of the contingent came up with the method of giving water using saline bottles. Hanged with a tree. They are becoming more and more mature in the drip irrigation system. Their green leaves, the slowly thickening stalks are telling, the roots are spreading in the ground. The tree feels. This migratory tree in the backyard of Moffsball and the gap between the people who swore to stand firm even in the face of death closes the gap in expatriate life. Next to these trees is the name plate of the planter. At one point in the conversation, the project officer said that since the trees are all theirs now, he did not want to reveal his name in any way.
