Friday night in the Bush

After eating dinner in the open dining room which would be utilized the next morning for our workshop, Lawrence and I headed for the truck to go meet some friends. On the way to the truck I was fully distracted by a very large animal sound coming from the bush less than 10 feet from me. While Lawrence headed straight for the safety of the truck, I headed for the sound.

Typical me, here I was wandering into the bush in the pitch black of the night towards some kind of large animal trying to make a noise similar to it. Well, guess what? My efforts were not wasted. By attempting to replica the snorting/expelling of air sound I was hearing, I was rewarded with another version coming from the bush. The pattern became, take a couple of steps, make the sound, listen for the answer which always came and then do it all again. Eventually I was about two feet from the actual bush where my conversationalist was. By now I was convinced that it was a Wildebeest with whom I was conversing.  Not exactly sure what I was saying to him but it obviously was appealing to him.

Finally, my friend Lawrence who had been blithely hanging out in the truck made it obvious that it was time to stop talking wildebeest and get in. So much for my romantic interlude in the bush…or so I thought 🙂

After a late night on Friday hanging out with Lawrence’s friends in the tiny village of D’kar, we made our way back to the Lodge. Making the long journey down the 10 km track after midnight was a bit of a challenge I have to admit. And Lawrence and I had  our familiar fight. A couple of kms into the sand track was a large gate separating the top farm land from the game preserve. To put it more succiently, separating the large cats (cheetahs & leopards) from the cows.

Lawrence, who was doing all of the driving wanted to be the one to get out and open and close this gate. This made no sense to me as I was more than capable to do it. Somehow he thought it would be better if the big cats ate him instead of me. When in fact I was the one who wanted to meet face to face with them and wasn’t the least bit fearful…in fact, my mother keeps cautioning me not to bring one home with me when I return to Canada in December.

All this to say, I gladly walked around the bush at night, opening & closing gates as we drove through them. Watching the amazing sky filled with more twinkling stars than I have ever seen in my entire life. You could stand mesmerized for hours just looking up at the indigo night sky filled with sparkling diamonds. All the while listening to the sounds of the bush alive at night with those animals out seeking their nourishment. All in all it was a specular end to a long day.

Here I go Again!

Remember that motto of mine? “Have suitcase, will travel!” Well, here I go again…..

Where to you ask?

Gantsi.

It is the centre of Gantsi District and it’s claim to fame is that it is the furthest town from all other Botswana urban centers  The area is known for its indigenous peoples, the San. I am going to facilitate a strategic planning process for an organization that consists of a network of 8 NGOs whose goal is to empower these vulnerable people and assist them through economic development achieve permanent control over their lives, resources and destiny.

It was a very last minute thing – they required an experienced facilitator so WUSC asked me after striking out with other ODAs. I got the formal request on Friday, the sessions are this up-coming Saturday and Sunday. No pressure, huh? Oh, and by the way, Lawrence and I need to drive 900 kms to get there and another 900 kms back 🙂

So I spent yesterday working on a drafting a strategic planning exercise. I still haven’t finished it so I need to work on it tonight. I was out of the office all day today and will be out again tomorrow attending Governance training for my board. Can you say busy?????

But I am happy to be doing this as I am taking my buddy along to build his capacity in facilitating strategic planning or should I say he is taking me:) He has to drive as the vehicle is a standard and due to my wonky ankle, I can’t operate a clutch anymore.

I am also visiting a part of the country that I haven’t been to yet. We are staying a lodge that is owned and operated by the trust that I will be doing strategic planning for. The link to see it is http://www.dqae.org/ Of course it is a game area, with cheetahs and leopards. I am truly a mercenary as part of my negotiations to agree to doing this on such incredibly short notice, I asked that they arrange an evening game drive for us so that I can see the big cats at night when they are out and about.

So of course with a 1800 km road trip, indigenous people, game and who knows what else I will have plenty to blog about. My only problem is staying stationary long enough to be able to write 🙂

 

 

 

Capacity Building

It is Friday afternoon here in Gaborone and I have left the office early today. When I arrived home I checked the temperatures with Jetske – on the front stoop it is 40 degrees; at the pool it is 44 degrees!

I am not hitting the swimming pool again today for a couple of reasons. One, I am heading out for the evening soon and because of the heat it just isn’t worth struggling into the swimsuit, swimming in a hot pool and showering again. Two, I have been told all day that the outfit I am wearing makes me look like a young woman! there is no way I am taking it off! 🙂

Today was an interesting day at the office, in fact it has been an interesting week. As many of you know I have come to Botswana to provide capacity building for HIV and AIDS Service providers. It is a huge task and one that I am not expected to tackle alone. And I have really learned to take my wins where I can get them.

Yesterday when I returned to my office after being out all morning, I was rather sorry that I had returned. In fact, I was tempted to call Tabuche to come get me by 1:00 pm. The source of my anguish, the Bonaso office. I am sure that I stated before that this organization and office really are rebuilding from scratch. My role is to build capacity and my title is Organizational Development Advisor.

This week I have had several moments that caused me to doubt my organizational abilities! But on the other hand, I have received proof that all is not in vain. I have been here four months. Some days it feels so much longer. Yesterday was one of those days. You see, the office still does not telephones, our IT and other infrastructure is shaky at best, we can’t accomplish even basic office functions without some kind of crisis in which everyone comes to me to figure it out! So in those moments I feel like a complete failure. How can I build capacity in HIV and AIDS service providers and train in advocacy when I can’t even get an office up and running?

When I returned to the office yesterday it was to the crisis situation of a printer/photocopier not working and the appearance of no one wanting to take the initiative to get it fixed. The office has only the one printer/photocopier so without it we basically can’t accomplish anything. After getting pieces of the story from two of the office staff, I responded to a text message from Oscar with what can only be described as despair. He was in a painful meeting and I made his pain worse but asking him to see if we could get the funds from our funding source to fix the photocopier. Fortunately, he was already on the case and that is what kept me from calling Tabuche to come get me!

As I prepared today to be out of the office for the next week, everyone expressed how much they are going to miss me. They view me as the glue that is currently keeping the office together. That is a huge responsibility and I often feel that I am not living up to the task. I am also concerned that if I was doing my job properly they would be able to handle these situations on their own. Perhaps they can but they just trust me to solve anything that comes up. So I am hoping that this coming week will give them the opportunity to stand on their own two feet without relying on me. Then I will know that I at least accomplished some capacity building.

On the positive side I have accomplished the main objective that I had set when I started out on this journey. That was to empower at least one woman to have a better life. I am in the process of doing just that. Sadie, is our office cleaning woman. She is smart, resourceful, has fantastic instincts and makes less than 800 Pulas a month (that is less $100 Canadian Dollars) on which she supports herself and a young son. Because she is such a hard worker she is finished her cleaning tasks by no later than 9 am every morning.

I had observed over the past couple of months that she was quick to greet visitors when there was no one else to do so. She happily sat at the reception desk when our admin assistant was out of the office. You could tell that she was aspiring to a better living for her and her son. So as a capacity builder I am helping her. In fact, I have secured the support of everyone in the office. In December we taught her how to use a computer. She had never had access to one before. I told her that when she finished her cleaning duties that she could change out of her uniform and remain at the reception desk.

She now spends most of the day acting as a our receptionist. She prepares the infamous tea tray when Oscar and I are holding meetings with visitors in our board room. And a couple of weeks ago I found an online course for her to complete that provides the basis training for a receptionist. The deal was that during her and my lunch hour ( I am always working through lunch while everyone but Sadie is out) she could work on the assignments and I would grade them. By the way, Mr. Wedge, can you please send me some of your gold stars!

She completed all of the assignments in record time and with straight A+ grades. She is a natural for this type of position. On Monday, I found an on-line typing course for her. Today, when I sat with her I was amazed by the progress that she is making. She was disappointed that I wasn’t going to be in the office next week. So I came  up with a list of things for her to do while I was gone. I am confident that in another month or two she will be ready with both the skills and the letter of reference from Oscar and I to find a position as a receptionist. Hopefully, we can pull a miracle out of a hat to find funding to officially employ her ourselves. If we can’t, then I will help her find a new position as sad as we will be to lose her.

Today, she told me what a difference that I have made in her life and future. She never would of had this opportunity if I hadn’t been at Bonaso. So while I question my abilities to get a functional office up and running with no money in a foreign continent, I do know that by simply focussing on one person at a time in the midst of chaos, change can happen.