For what felt like an eternity, I carried a quiet yearning, a deep-seated desire to contribute meaningfully, to leave a mark on national development that transcended mere participation. It wasn’t about doing what other people are doing, but about a profound conviction that we each have a vital role to play – economically, socially, in every facet of striving for greatness and making our world a better place. Yet, for too long, fear had been an unwelcome companion, dimming the light of my youth and stealing away precious moments of potential impact. I asked myself, for how long would I fold my hands, allow my purpose to remain undiscovered, my passions unexpressed? The words of Miles Munroe echoed in my mind: “When purpose is not known, abuse is inevitable.” This powerful truth propelled me back to the drawing board, igniting a fervent desire to pause, reflect, and learn.
I knew I needed more than just good intentions; I needed the right people, the right platforms, not for vain glory, but to make a meaningful impact. I sought out various educational and high-level forums, met countless inspiring individuals, but it was the moment I encountered CorpsAfrica that everything clicked. It was like love at first sight, an undeniable pull towards a journey beyond my comfort zone, a promise of light at the end of what I knew might be a challenging tunnel. And though the road might not be as smooth as a freshly paved highway, I knew safe arrival was a certainty.
Today, as a CorpsAfrica Volunteer, the joy that swells in my heart when I speak of this organisation is uncontrollable. It is a fertile ground for relevance, mindset change, impact, and profound personal growth.
My curiosity about rural life, about the daily realities of those living in remote areas, had always been immense. Now, I wasn’t just pondering; I am living it. Thanks to CorpsAfrica, I found myself in one of the beautiful rural communities of the Central River Region, Niani District – a place of breathtaking beauty. This place, Majumba, with its vibrant people, language, traditional livelihoods, delicious food, and abundant resources, serves as a constant reminder that life is richer than any worry. They thrive with what they have, nurturing it with love and care, and generously sharing it with strangers. Oh, Majumba! The land I’ve fallen deeply in love with. I wish I had come sooner, but I believe destiny brought me here at precisely the right moment. Every place holds its own unique charm, and Majumba, has quickly become one of the best communities I’ve ever experienced. From the day I was deployed, it has been nothing short of incredible.
My arrival was met with an excitement I never anticipated. Gathered under a tree, singing and dancing just for me, my new community welcomed me with open arms. Every morning, I wake up not as a stranger, but as family. We share countless moments of joy, laughter, stories, and unforgettable meals. Learning Fula isn’t just about communication; it’s about connection, about bridging worlds with every shared smile. I’m slowly building my Fula vocabulary, greeting everyone with “Walle jam” (Good morning), “Njaleh jam” (Good afternoon), and “He’re jam” (Good evening). I ask “Hono subacong?” (How is the morning?) and “Tanala?” (How are you?), and I understand when the “sukabeh” (children) ask for “Ndiyan” (water) or say it’s time to “Nyam” (eat). Even with initial language barriers, love and kindness became our daily communication, making every interaction warm and genuine.
Majumba radiates love from every corner. It shines in the eyes of the elders and dances in the steps of every child. I am currently in my integration phase, and this community has already taught me that regardless of our backgrounds, love is the universal language that binds us all. Every moment has been a gift, filled with active listening, profound learning, and empathetic connections. My experience in this community has been truly transformative and enlightening. I’ve learned to share the little I have with people, to ask questions rather than assume, to be open-minded, and to deeply appreciate the gift of nature.
I’ve learned to appreciate the little I have and to make the most of it, witnessing firsthand the diligence, humility, and kindness of its people. They are true stewards of what they have been blessed with. My own father has a garden, which I barely contributed to in the past. But after these weeks here, my desire for gardening has blossomed. There’s been a complete mindset change – you cannot truly nurture what you do not love. Now, even with the effort of carrying heavy buckets from the water hole to the garden, I gladly do it, ensuring every plant receives the water it needs.
This spirit is most evident in the women of the garden. Despite the daily challenges of fetching water for their crops and the often-low prices for their produce, they face each day with huge smiles and unwavering dedication. Their passion has met its purpose; they love what they do, contributing immensely to their households and the community at large. From dawn to dusk, their work is a testament to their resilience. I’ve joined them in the garden multiple times, feeling the struggle to draw water, understanding the consistency required for a bountiful harvest. They are exceptional gardeners, nurturing both their crops and their families. Each day, I applaud them for their tireless efforts in ensuring food on their family tables, providing for their children’s school needs, and maintaining the community’s well-being. The men, too, are equally supportive and hardworking, contributing as farmers, fishermen, and woodworkers
It’s only been a month, and I’ve already learned so much. The feeling of being far from home has faded, replaced by the comforting truth that Majumba is HOME. And the Seeker has found purpose and ready to be impactful.
