Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Helping without hurting.


At the port of Djibouti, offloaded grain
will feed much of eastern Africa.  Just
a few minutes outside the city, women
wait at an offloading truck for a chance
at some grain for their family.
Some charitable efforts help and some hurt.  Why is that?    With good intent we feed, clothe, and shelter the less fortunate... and sometimes we make matters worse. The last five decades are full of stumbling examples both locally and internationally.

Maybe we don't understand...  Ask an American middle- class family to describe the lives of the poor. They'll probably answer in terms of food and material things. If however, you ask the poor themselves, they're likely to answer in terms of powerlessness to effect change. An African father who has nothing for his children said he was ashamed at his inability to provide; he had no worth or influence or significance.

With a few variations, the same response of helplessness and hopelessness will be true for the poor in the west and in the rest of the world. If we pitch in to help without understanding, we can inadvertently deepen their distress in the process. Food may be needed, but real help might need to be that and something more, something substantially more.

The big mistake many from the developed world make is assuming we know what poor people on the other side of the world need.1


Helping without hurting:  Before we start throwing help at a need, we might try to understand it. In Haiti after the earthquake, the immediate need was for rescue, food, medical aid, shelter. Once recovery is underway though, the need is for helping them in getting back on their feet and beginning to help themselves, governing themselves, rebuilding, and moving toward self-sufficiency.

Note that when the need is developmental, giving crisis or recovery aid misses the mark and encourages crippling dependency. Christmas in April folks repairing a family's roof while the young men of the household sit and watch is a good example of missing the mark.

Addressing developmental needs, a village might need a well or a library, or a farm might need a pair of goats, but most of all, folks need to be involved in helping themselves, making a difference, effecting change by their own efforts.

“We went into the heart of Africa self-invited — therein lies our fault,” Stanley confided to his diary.

Some efforts are ill conceived and poorly informed.  For example ...

Wry African Humor, a resort operator and his friend...
- We have this great project where our guests buy a cow for the local women.
- Ah ha.
- Traditionally in Maasai culture it is the men who own the cows, and so this project empowers local women as they actually own the cow themselves and can earn money from the milk.
- I see.
- They are then able to buy things and pay for their children's school fees. It's very popular and we have already bought eight cows for the local women.
- Are you not adding to the problem of over-grazing in the area?
- No, because the cows previously belonged to the husbands.
- You think a husband would really give up the ownership of his cow?
- Yes.
- They're not just taking the money?
- No.
- But the women have always sold the milk as it would be humiliating for a Maasai man to do so.
- Um.
- And milk money is just that, it would never be enough for school fees. it's nearly always the men who pay them anyway.
- Yes, but our guests don't know that.

Loving your neighbor.  Effectively.  It isn't a feeling. It's an act. It's what we do, not how we feel about it.
I was surprised to discover that much
of what I thought I might do was
unneeded. In many cases, folks
just appreciated having
a friend, and a little
 encouragement.

Much like loving your own child, doing well by another requires thought and a measure of personal involvement. Feeding the hungry is right and good. Loving them effectively helps them tackle feeding themselves as well. A friend will stick around long enough to get an idea of what's going on and then lend a hand if he can. A friend will add that measure of encouragement, of affirmation that is so needed. As a guideline, you'll want to avoid doing for them what they can do for themselves.
People know what they need, and what seems like a good idea to us may be completely inappropriate for the culture, climate, or community norms. Since bad aid can actually be worse than no aid at all, it's really important to get it right.

The good thing about this is that it's not that hard to figure out how to make a real, lasting difference in someone else's life. All you have to do is ask."       


Having difficulty
...

       seeing past the edges 
              of your luxurious lifestyle?  
                     Me too.  

It takes some effort. If you haven't realized how fortunate you are living in the developed world, try living for a day without electricity, without running water, without television, without your computer or the web, without a car, without a grocery store, without a regular job, without a washing machine, and without hope of changing things for your children unless someone else gives you a hand.

Imagine carrying all the water you use to the house in plastic jugs. Imagine living in a simple hut made from scrap lumber and packing crates. Now put a face to the children. Browse through the pictures here and imagine their prospects. You can make a difference for one family for whom these hardships are all they know.

So what are we going to do with what we know?
Tell the rich folks to quit being so full of themselves and so impressed with their own possessions, which are here today and gone tomorrow. It's not their merit that made them wealthy and others less so. Tell them to go after God who is generous to us all - and tell them to do good, to be rich in helping others, to be extravagantly generous. If they do that, they'll build a treasure that will last, gaining life that is truly life.
1 Timothy 6:17-19

Saturday, June 14, 2008

JUN '08 KIDNAPPED, sort of.

Jun 8, 2008
This youngster made a brief appearance, 
smiled self-consciously for an eye-catching photo, 

then scampered off. She'll reappear the next year.

KIDNAPPED!! ;)

São Tomé

OK, not really kidnapped...  hijacked, maybe, by friendlies.

I've passed by this picturesque village south of Santana a few  times over the months.  On the water, it's just a few steps from main street to the shore.


I hadn't intended anything special when I stopped there; just some local scenery photos on a quiet Sunday.   The afternoon turned into a bit of a free-for-all over which I had no particular control.
 
The teens (in the slide show, linked below) attached themselves to me for a few hours and a meal. They initially complained that I hadn't brought any sweets with me (dulce! dulce!) so I finally promised I would go buy some and come back. As soon as I set off in the direction they indicated was the store, 5 of them jumped in the truck to go along. They gave me directions, and we drove about 15 kilometers through the jungle. I was expecting maybe 2 km.  They took over camera duties and took about 100 pictures, the best of which are linked here. Priceless.

It was a fun occasion for the kids; there probably aren't many such opportunities.  It was illuminating for me.  The five youngsters who took over my afternoon taught me much about Africa in the few of hours we had.  They were gracious, well mannered, thoughtful young people.  I'm  indebted to them.
Kidnapped! sort of... (click the link for pics of the event)

Dec. '10
The kids and I are now old friends.  Nino is a barber; we provided his equipment to get started.  Sesario is in the army.  Mana is still tiny but well after some health issues we walked through with her.  Mela (Muhlere) is still the mature one in the bunch, and still in school.  We're all proud of her.  Little Dada who joined the group late is doing well; she's the pretty little one at the top of this page; my daughter sponsors her education and her family.  Sweet friends, all of them, and a joy to visit when I'm in country.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Children's Day

Children's Day in Africa 

 We happened to be in São Tomé & Principe for Children's Day. The principal at Almas Elementary school invited me to come and share in the day's festivities.

On Children's Day in São Tomé, all the elementary schools begin the morning with a parade. We went a kilometer or so on the one well paved street, the kids sang at the top of their lungs. A party at the school followed. Absolutely wonderful children.

We provided balloons and candy for the occasion. (left) ... then, I realized we'd met before; this is the little first grader that embraced me so warmly 6 months ago. Climbed up into my arms again, hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. We sat together for awhile talking about toes and crayons and things. (note the faces in the background!)

The slideshow here is of the one special day for the children at Almas Elementary School in Sao Tome.

Particularly enjoyed the kids and their music; dancing was mostly jumping up and down in time to the music which they played really loud.

Friday, January 11, 2008

JAN '08 in Africa again



Jan 16, 2008

Sao Tome & Principe

On assignment in Africa - January, the rainy season in São Tomé, but plenty of sunshine for a brief excursion with a couple of staffers and some photos.

I stopped by Almas Elementary to drop off some things; I took just the one picture included in the slide show (right).  I'm trying to be non-intrusive at the school; they've got work to do and don't need interruptions in the course of the school day. 

The real opportunities to meet the children came later.

Video, right, will give you an idea of the jungle.  The tree is a type of oak, I'm told.  The fellow in the video is my friend Wilke.  He's about 6'1" and 210 pounds, just so you can get an idea of the tree size.