JUST before take-off at KKIA, I received a message from my boss, “we want a travelogue from Brussels”. Talk about pressure! For some reason, I didn’t think it would be an eventful trip, or that I would experience anything worth writing about but I couldn’t have been more wrong. There was enough chimpwena, some valuable lessons, a realisation that Europe struggles with GBV more than some of us think, and an affirmation that people out there really love Bally! The thrill for me began when we landed at Hamad International Airport in Doha where we would wait less than two hours before our connecting flight to Brussels. You see, for a komboni girl like me, I have been so privileged...