Let's take a check point: I've been here in the village since December 19, and in Rwanda since December 14, so almost 2 months. I'm over my jet-lag and mostly over the dysentery-like symptoms I had for the first few weeks in the village. (Tip: Buy stock in chewable Pepto.)
Pretty much like all my blog posts I guess, what follows is a mish-mosh of my observations to date.
(Setting the scene: no power or water in the village as I type this. MacBook battery at 58% so I should be fine for a while…)
The difficult questions that keep popping back up for me are who should get help, who gets help and why, and what are the outcomes of help? Luckily, much smarter minds than mine are applying a lot of effort to this question. Check out the
Aspen Institute. My specific questions come up with the interaction of the village (ASYV) and the poverty of the surrounding area.
I go running a lot. (
See just about every other blog post). This is something of a novelty here, which makes a lot of sense if you think about it. In a place where hunger and malnutrition are real daily challenges for many people, the thought of expending calories on a frivolous leisure pursuit is pretty absurd. So when I go on my run up and down the hills, I may as well be carrying a bag of rice and throwing handfuls on the ground. "I have too much to eat, so this is how I waste it, see?" my jogging shouts.
(Scene: A spider just crawled across my keyboard and I didn't see him coming so I totally flipped out. Okay, back to the post…)
While I'm running, I see those images you probably imagine when you think of poverty in East Africa. 5 year olds carrying bright yellow jerry-cans on their heads; jerry-cans that are about the same size as the child. Mud houses surrounded by crowds of tiny kids. Most of the kids have no shoes, are wearing filthy, ripped clothes and look unwell (snotty, distended stomachs). They smile and wave, and as previously blogged about: run with me / chase me (depending on your perspective). It's pretty common that they can hang with me for a while. I restarted my Nike+ with a kid I couldn't shake and we ended up clocking 15:47 for 2 miles. At that point I gave up and he took a hard left and ran up a hill laughing.
This kid was about 9, barefoot, scrawny, and smiled and laughed and asked me questions in Kinyarwanda the entire time, in between shouting the ubiquitous, "Good Morning". I kept trying to lose him to no avail. I was amazed.
(Today I was outrun for about 100 meters by a 5 year old girl carrying an infant. No lie. I'm averaging 8:57s on hilly terrain over 8 miles, so I'm no speed demon, but not a terrible pace either.)
Often when I leave the village, I am coming from some frustrating struggle over resources. For example, I just had to teach a 2 hour class with no paper or projector or board to write on. Or I am arguing for one of my girls to be allocated a second shirt, because she doesn't have one to wear while she does laundry. Or several us are pushing a western agenda that the girls should be allocated bras.
[Side note on this: The village provides everything that the kids need. What the kids "need" is of course something to be defined and debated. Maybe it's a western construct to wear a bra. Who knows? I trust some (many?) 'womyn's' study major has written her thesis on this. One certainly doesn't need a bra to survive. But some of the girls have them, if they came with them from their home village, and some of the girls don't. ASYV makes the girls go jogging and play sports (volleyball, basketball, soccer). Like all situations where some people have something and others don't, the girls who don't have bras are jealous of the girls who do have, and often ask for bras. Frankly, I see their point. Logistically, this might be an expensive nightmare for the village (what sizes?). I can see why it's not a 'need' but for the girls in family 8 who don't have them, I can also see why they would ask.]
So I head out of the village with my mind on these resource struggles and within 5 minutes I'm confronted with much much more dire resource struggles that make the whole thing seem so arbitrary. 10 minutes ago I was trying to get budget for online ACT prep ($24.95) for some vulnerable youths inside the fence where I work. Outside the fence, I'm now running with a barefoot, malnourished child who's entire family doesn't see $24.95 in a week. According to my friends at the UN,
about 77% of the population lives on less than $1.25 a day. The scope of the poverty is staggering, and in some sense the 'poverty' is external, and introduced. You don't really know you're poor until someone comes and tells you how poor you are.
When I'm confronted with the resource struggle outside the fence, the resource struggle inside the fence seems comical.
It's only fair to point out at this point that 'outside the fence' has benefited from 'inside the fence' in many ways. The long term volunteers and visitors to the village spend money in the local shops, ASYV shares a water source with several surrounding farms, and ASYV hires day laborers from the surrounding area. The poverty I'm writing about isn't any worse because of the village, in fact it's slightly better. My point is just the stark contrast between how much is being done for my students inside the fence and how little is available outside the fence.
In talks with the recent graduates, I've learned most live at a much higher standard when in the village, (3 nutritious meals per day, running water, electricity, computer labs) than when outside the village, which of course isn't surprising. Now having graduated, they're returning to their villages where they've had 4 years of getting used to these amenities they likely won't have again. Some students are a bit more angry than appreciative. They can't believe after all this, they have to go back to living like that. Maybe they won't; maybe they'll be motivated into entrepreneurship or some other path forward, some may qualify for national scholarships to university. Some, of course, will not.
So my question is what is the point of helping these 500 youths? What makes them so much more worthy than the kids I jog past? Does opening more opportunities (sports) only create more needs (sports bras) that weren't even a concern previously?
Running 'outside the fence' makes Rwandan poverty seem like a bathtub full of boiling water, and the work at ASYV is an eye dropper of cold water. That eye-dropper full of cold water can't make a dent on the temperature in the tub. To be sure, there are other eye droppers out there. Every NGO in the world is on the ground here, and the Rwandan government has a strong development plan (read pending environmental disaster).
I'm hoping the point, if there is one to anything (highly questionable), is that maybe in the analogy the tub is
supersaturated with salinity but in a state with nothing to form structure around. Maybe the eyedropper contains particle seeds to trigger the solution to crystalize. Maybe the graduates of Agahozo will help to form a pool of future leaders in government and industry that pay it forward in their community. I suppose time will tell.
In other news, the cavalry is not coming. There is no waiting this out. I need to be the change I want in the village if I want things to change. That is not really my style. I go along. I accept. I see if I can hang in that chin pull just a few more seconds and maybe the issue will pass. See 11 miserable years at Accenture.
(To be fair, my 11 'miserable years' at Accenture have been serving me pretty well the last 6 weeks. I was recently asked to facilitate a management staff planning retreat where I led sessions in vision crafting, SWOTs, SMART goal setting and action plan creation. It was like being back at St. Charles. )
One thought I've had run through my head a lot this week is, "Is beating your head against the wall for vulnerable youths any better than beating your head against the wall for silly for profit entertainment companies?" Progress is hard to come by, and I'm feeling discouraged because I haven't made any progress AT ALL yet in my role at the Student Resource Center. Every day is a new crisis and we spend all of our energy in emergency management. Power outages and internet outages further slow the tiny stream. Maybe I'll turn that around this week.
Nothing worth achieving ever came easy I guess. One thing I know for sure about Rwandan kids inside the fence and out: there is a lot of fight in them, and (to mix my metaphors) maybe that is half the battle.
