This project is less about me and more about the online community that is supporting this journey every step of the way. Here’s a new video from a friend of mine by the name of Matt. He votes for the pond sand filter part of Challenge Poverty in a really creative and passionate way. I have to admit I never thought of the issue like that until I saw Matt’s video.
Donors Have Responsibilities Too
Recently, a donor raised concerns about the quality of the construction work being done on a new school I'm helping locals build. His concerns were all raised by a single instagram. From this single photo, the donor concluded that the rods were not joined properly. Therefore, this building is being built improperly. Therefore, this school won't last. Etc etc etc.,. I'd like to address this and I'd like to start by sharing a classification system I've developed as an educational tool to explain to others how various charities build schools.
A Muslim’s Thoughts on 9/11
As a Muslim, I feel personally ashamed at what happened on September 11th, 2001. I know I shouldn’t be – I wasn’t (nor any Muslim I could possibly personally know) involved in that heinous act. But Islam emphasizes unity. It doesn’t matter if you’re a Canadian Muslim, Arab Muslim, or a Bangladeshi Muslim. It makes me think: the 9/11 hijackers probably prayed in the direction of Mecca and fasted for Ramadan just like me. Yet, the first thing that most Muslims around the world did was point out that the perpetrators of 9/11 don’t represent them or Islam. As if distancing ourselves ...
Have To Be Poor To Help The Poor?
If you follow me on Twitter, you already know I'm back in Bangladesh. When I'm Dhaka, I live with my maternal uncle and aunt. Lately, I've been noticing a trend. Just a few days ago, when I came back home carrying a bunch of groceries, my uncle chastised me saying "you better not have used any donations to pay for those groceries!". In his mind, using donations - however small - for my own food, clothing, or anything that benefits me would be tantamount to stealing. [caption id="attachment_3748" align="aligncenter" width="499" caption="Toilet paper, antibiotics, soap, and pajamas - not taking a salary from ...
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After the second meeting, I had a list of all the grandmothers and what animals they chose to receive. It is probably the most interesting shopping list I’ve ever had:
My co-worker Joseph and I got to the village of Buwaiswa on Wednesday afternoon, and were immediately greeted by Mama Lillian, who helps out at the orphanage. Mama Lillian conveniently had eight piglets ready to be sold, we could have first pick if we so chose. Done.
This gave us time to go around on foot (anything else was impossible) and visit some of the grandmothers who wanted goats. Three of them had even done shopping on their own and found goats for us to buy.
That night we went into the trading center of Busota to see if we could find an animal salesman named Dadi. He supposedly had a bunch of goats waiting to be sold. After we arrived in Busota and were mobbed by kids who hadn’t seen a white person before, we eventually found his assistant. He confirmed that Dadi had some goats ready to sell; the only problem was that he wasn’t in town. We would need to come back tomorrow. We exchanged phone numbers and then hitched a ride back to Buwaiswa.
The next morning, we took an early tea and then ventured up to Busota again. Dadi was still missing. His phone wasn’t getting any reception (no surprise), so we just had to wait. And wait. After repeated attempts, we finally got Dadi on the phone long enough to find out that he was technically sold out of goats at the moment, which was why he was frantically driving around trying to find more.
Back to square one. This was going to be a long day. Our boda-boda driver told us that he had an idea, which was as good as anything, so we pulled a u-turn and headed back past Buwaiswa. Along the way, we found a chicken farmer and made his day. He finished the transaction sixteen chickens lighter and 105,000 shillings richer.
The goat dealer we found didn’t have any either, but he at least knew where to get some. We found a tree for some shade and sat down as he took our boda driver off into the bush. Over the next hour, he came back four times with a goat on his lap, tied it to a stump, and headed off in another direction. On the fifth trip, he hopped off, tied up the last goat, and walked over to us.
“That’s all I could find.”
I was impressed. Five goats in an hour. That’s twelve minutes per goat!
After this stroke of luck, things were looking good. In war, what we did next is called “mopping up.” For the rest of thursday and friday, we just meandered around on foot and found the last four goats.
Our shopping was over. We called the grannies. They needed to help bring in groceries.
With new funding and less restrictions, I’ve been running around lately trying to get my project complete before I finish next Wednesday.
Before my grant got rejected, I had a meeting with all of the grandmothers who would be receiving loans. I explained the rules of the loan:
- It had to be used for income-generation
- It had to be paid back with 10% interest
- It could not deal in animal husbandry
They were perfectly fine with the first two rules, but when I explained the third, they groaned. They were frustrated, and understandably so. They knew how to raise animals. They didn’t know how to run a business. And they were quite frank — they weren’t interested in learning. They wanted to tend to their crops and animals. They wanted to do what they were good at.
But we continued, and I guess the meeting was an overall success. We settled on different activities for the grandmothers to pursue and they walked away thankful. However, I could not shake the feeling that they were not in it. Sure, some of it was a lack of confidence, and that could be changed with training. But there was also the fact that they weren’t able to do what they wanted to do.
Then I had my second meeting with them.
Last week, I went out to inform them that the restriction on animals had been lifted. I thought that I’d give them the chance to reconsider their project again, this time with the possibility of practicing animal husbandry. There were fourteen grandmothers there, and fourteen of them changed their minds. They all wanted to raise animals.
Not only that, but the meeting itself had an entirely different feel. In our first meeting, I was struck by how aloof they seemed. In this meeting, they participated in the discussion. They made jokes. They laughed at ours. They stayed around after it was finished to make small-talk.
They were excited!
Their excitement rubbed off on me. It was contagious. We all had our own reasons, but everybody wanted this project to succeed now. We all had something at stake.
What have I learned this trip? The capacity and the expertise can come from outside, but the ideas must come from the people. You cannot storm a country with ideas of your own and hope to make an impact. Someday you will have to leave, and if the people do not feel ownership in the project, they will abandon it.
A while back, I wrote about my project’s turning point. I wrote about how FSD had decided that because my project is young, they didn’t want to put any more money in it until it proved itself to be sustainable. There were certain FSD stipulations attached that made my project “unsustainable.” For instance, I had to find a way to guarantee that the loans would be repaid. I had to complete 75% of the project by the time I left Uganda. Also, I wasn’t allowed to use it for anything that “exploits the earth.”
My project didn’t guarantee that loans are repaid. If something terrible happened to the loan recipient, OGLM wasn’t going to be there kicking down the door for repayment.
My project would have gone on much longer than I was here in Uganda. It was long-lasting. Granted, I wouldn’t have been here to oversee it, but isn’t long-lasting the goal?
And admittedly, my project exploited the earth. It was going to supply small subsistence farmers and animal breeders with the capital necessary to grow from subsistence to business.
In summary, a project that was going to fund local solutions to local problems, repay itself, benefit others on down the road, and last for a long time was ruled unsustainable. To paraphrase the oft-used phrase from Zoolander, I felt like I was taking crazy pills.
Even though I had flown all the way to Uganda, I was stuck inside writing Excel spreadsheets. I was doing something important, sure, but it didn’t take long before I was finished and just waiting for the end of my internship. What is worse, of the 187 grandmothers who are registered for our loan program, only 24 of them had anything to show for it.
Then, along came the Uncultured Project. Along came the power of YouTube and the internet, connecting people who care about poverty. Who want to change the conversation about poverty by seeking real-world solutions.
Thanks to the Uncultured Project and its donors and its awesome community, I won’t have to confront those three groups of grandmothers and deny them their loans. Instead, I will be able to give them seeds and tools and animals and training.
It will be tough, since I only have 10 days left before my internship is over. But now, my project can go past my ending date. I can do “tough.”
What I can’t do is “impossible.”
And thanks to the Uncultured Community, I don’t have to worry about “impossible” any more.
Last week was a pretty big turning point for my trip. This entire time, I have been operating under the assumption that I would be applying for a grant from FSD, and with that grant money, I would issue loans to grandmothers for income-generating activities. I have developed budgets, interviewed grandmothers, and written a huge grant proposal all to these ends.
However, when I submitted my proposal, the feedback from the local site team was a little different than I expected. Since the last grant given to my host organization, OGLM, was also used to deliver a batch of loans, FSD would most likely not fund my project. Since the first batch of loans has not yet started repayment, FSD has no way of knowing how well the project has been working. As a result, they will not risk any more money on the project until its success is more tangible.
That left me, with only 18 working days left at OGLM, without a plan of action. Had I wasted my first five weeks here? What can I do with only one month left? How am I supposed to effect any change in this short time period? I really started envying Shawn, who has both much more time and freedom to do what he wants without the interference that comes with working for an NGO.
I have since come to realize that this change of plans isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. In my remaining 18 days, I had budgeted the following activities:
- Work with four groups of grandmothers to develop sustainable income-generating activities.
- Determine what materials each group would need to start these projects.
- Deliver loan-basics training, bookkeeping training, and business-specific training.
- Work with an agriculture specialist to train the two agriculture groups in proper farming-as-a-business techniques (this would require five days of training alone).
- Bring each group to the market and buy the materials they needed to begin their projects.
- Monitor the grandmothers as they begun business operations.
Once you factor in the fact that the work pace is much slower here and that most of this work depends on my translator being free, that schedule is ridiculous! It wasn’t that I was being naive, it was just that I didn’t realize how little time I had left before I leave here.
I have since worked with the staff to develop a new plan for the rest of my time here. I will be developing OGLM’s microfinance program on the organization side. Kind of like a microfinance consultant. I will be restructuring the program and training the staff to make sure that the program lasts for a long time.
The bad news is that this work won’t be anywhere near as interesting as the stuff that Shawn does on YouTube. The good news is that OGLM definitely needs it. This is something I am confident that I can accomplish and its effects will last long after I hop on that plane 31 days from now.
The Beggar Children
We ten interns had more or less just landed in Uganda. It was Day Three, and we were touring Jinja on foot.
Imagine. A parade of mzungus meandering around downtown, fingers pointing, and heads on swivels. With stomachs full of matooke and rice, we took our time digesting as we strolled along the broken sidewalk. Shopkeepers called out, hoping that their wares could draw our attention. Boda-boda drivers offered us rides on their bicycles or mopeds. A third group called us too. Three small children, around five or seven years old, quietly implored, “Sirs, 100?” They were asking for a meager 100 shillings, and we had just spent 8000 on lunch. Surely we could spare the equivalent of 6 American cents.
Before we could respond, our program director shooed them away in their native language. Many of the interns were heartbroken. I know I was. Here is a little kid, malnourished and poorly clothed, and all he wanted was a nickel. That’s not too much to ask. I could have tossed him the coin and moved on.
But, as our program director explained, it is not about the amount of money. It is the principle. You can only effect serious change by striving for sustainability. What will that boy do when we leave? Who will care for him then? Any change that you try to initiate must be able to last without your input.
It was only the third day, and I felt like I was already being taught how to rationalize away the most vulnerable members of society.
This past Wednesday, I went out to a rural village in the Kamuli region called Buwaiswa to register grandmothers for my microfinance program. There were 57 grannies that came to be registered, which was good news. The bad news is that some of them openly expressed complete disinterest; they said they were just there for the free food.
Since the grannies are more vulnerable than even your typical microfinance recipient, we give loans to groups rather than individuals. These groups of 4-6 work together to develop an activity that will give them some sort of disposable income. The groups are placed into “teams,” which help ensure loan repayment. Only one group per team is allowed to have a loan at any given time, so a group has the incentive to repay the loan so that their friends can get help as well.
We allowed the grannies to group, and then we grouped them into teams. We took aside the first group from each team and interviewed them about what income-generating activity they wanted to pursue. Two groups expressed an interest in moving from subsistence farming to farming-for-business. One group wanted to raise and sell animals. One group wanted to split time between selling secondhand clothes and operating a pay-phone.
After we have this information, we will determine what they need to get started. Those startup costs become the loan principle.
After interviewing them, my work for the week was finished. My host organization, OGLM, runs an orphanage in Buwaiswa and there are about 50 kids there full-time. I stayed for two nights in the guest room of that orphanage.
It was about eleven o’clock on my first night when there came a pounding on my door. I opened it up, and about 15 of the orphans were standing there. The oldest beckoned and said, “We would like to sing for you,” so I followed him over to where they had set up drums. I sat down, they brought me bread and boiled water (it doesn’t get any better than that when you are worried about food-borne disease), and they played and sang and danced for me. It was the first time I’ve really sat back and said, “Holy crap, I’m in Africa.”
The next day, we went to ten different schools in the area to check up on the AIDS orphans that OGLM is sponsoring. There are about 20 kids per school that have their school fees, scholastic materials and uniforms paid for by OGLM. So, every once in a while we drop by unannounced to make sure that they are still attending class.
When I got back on Friday, I rested up a bit and then got to writing reports. In order to get more funding from FSD, my parent NGO, I have to write a ten-page report and developing an accompanying project budget to show that the money will be used responsibly. The absolute final deadline for the proposal is this Friday, and I find out if I am approved by Monday, so wish me luck.