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 🙂

 

 

 

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On a lighter note

Mine and Tabuche’s honeymoon has come to a crashing halt! Oh, don’t worry I am still his favourite passenger so he tells me! But like any relationship he has finally seen the real me.

You see, yesterday I found myself in the grip of a cold….Yes, a cold! It amazing me that in 40 degree weather I could have a cold. However, it was a gift from the gathering in Zanzibar last week. Two of the guys, one of whom was sitting next to me all day every day for five days had colds. So now Cheryl has a cold!

Fortunately I don’t get colds very often at all…. but unfortunately, when I do get one, particularly the first 24 hours I am truly a miserable human being. For someone who could walk on a broken leg, TWICE, for at least 24 hours before going to a hospital or doctor you would think that a cold would be a piece of cake. No, in fact it turns me into a miserable whining horrible person!  Just ask my mother. When I can’t breath through my nose you don’t even want to talk to me let alone be stuck in a car in traffic with me.

Poor, poor Tabuche! He had the misfortune of having to take me home yesterday afternoon when I was at my absolute worse. I whined, I moaned, I tried to breath and then I repeated it all over again. He was appropriately sympathetic. He offered me all kinds of home remedies. In fact he was his perfect saintly self. And you could absolutely tell that he was counting every second until he could get me out of his car. I don’t think that the poor man has ever wanted to be rid of me so quickly. Upon leaving his car I graciously assured him that I would be a much nicer person in the morning when he picked me up. That the whining would have ceased and that I would be feeling at least some what better.

This morning he cautiously greeted me and was truly ecstatic when he could sense that the whining monster of the afternoon before wasn’t making a reappearance. In fact, he couldn’t believe that I actually was much more like myself even though he had a very hard time to understand me with my nasally accent.

When he picked me up tonight he proudly noted that I had actually improved during the day and that I sounded so much more like myself. Which was a good thing as we were stuck in traffic for a long time. The relief that I wasn’t going to whine and moan was visibly apparent. So, yes the honeymoon is over. But we have survived our first rough patch and he proudly calls me one tough lady….I will explain that one in another blog posting. So now I need to go to bed early again tonight and get over this miserable cold. Tabuche has literally seen the worse of me, cold sore and all. I need to become a lady again so my halo is permanently tarnished 🙂

 

 

On A Serious Note

On my next blog posting I had meant to tackle the serious of topic of teenage pregnancy and sexually transmitted infections. I know! Thrilling topics but ones that are very important to the work that I am doing here in Botswana. Particularly after the meetings that I participated in last week.

In every one of the 30 District Health Plans that we reviewed the issue of rising rates of teenage pregnancy were identified.Back on my first trip to the Chobe District of Botswana that I made two weeks after arriving here four months ago, I attended my first DMSAC meeting (District Multi-sectoral Aids Committee). During this four hour meeting in a room with no air conditioning and baboons playing outside I got my first indications that teenage pregnancy was a major concern.

Last week my instincts were not only confirmed but backed up with district statistics. The M & E (monitoring & evaluation) side of me was blissfully happy!  Not that it was an issue but now that I had the data to support my concerns and a platform to leverage program change to address the issue. Could it get any better than that? Also in the room was the National Aids Coordinator from NACA who is responsible for coordinating civil society efforts within the government and National Strategy framework. Being typical Cheryl, I made sure that I secured agreement from him that this was a serious national issue and one that needed to be addressed by all levels of government and society.

He absolutely agreed with me and we are going to sit down next week to plan out our advocacy approach to secure Presidential support for a change in the National Strategic Plan. This is a big deal because 1) it is officially the President who has responsible for the National Strategic AIDS Strategy; 2) teenage pregnancy is about so much more than health issues. It is culturally, education, economic, gender, legal…I think you get the picture. Changing the ship’s direction (or Country’s) at this point in time is almost impossible. The National Strategy runs to 2016. The economy can not continue to support the escalation in costs to the health system that HIV and Aids requires. The President has been very clear about that and he is very correct.

I know, you are all thinking that makes it impossible odds. Actually, for me it makes it my focus. Oscar brought me to Bonaso to do and build capacity in advocacy. I have never met an impossible challenge that I backed down from and when it involves a generation of young women you can be guaranteed that there is no way in hell I am going to let this go. While I love my role as Organizational Development Advisor because every day I am using the varied and multiple skills that I felt were drying up in Canada. On any given day, I go from providing technical advice, guidance and creating systems in finance, human resources, data bases, governance, m & e, communications, strategic leadership, inter-agency collaboration, the list goes on. My absolute love is and always will be policy work, which includes advocacy for policy changes. Throw in the opportunity to make a difference or build capacity in gender issues and I am one truly happy camper. So stay tuned! I will keep you posted my progress and road blocks.

 

 

Ooops!!!

Well. I managed to behave myself relatively well for five days but by Thursday the real Miss Cheryl couldn’t help sneaking out.

We have been working very long days in teams of five reviewing the District Health Plans, which involves analysing the evidence and statistics on which the plans are based. Each planned activity is individually evaluated and agreement is achieved on how much funding to actually allocate to each activity if we have accepted to keep it as part of the District’s plan for health services in 2013-2014.

My team worked incredibly well together and were moving at a faster pace than any of the other teams. In fact, we had completed our quota of plans and were in the process of assisting another team by reviewing two of theirs. My only excuse for my behaviour can be that after spending four days in constant company of my team I could relax and be myself.

Part of our review process was to individually read the district profile and detailed activity plan making notes as we read to discuss with the group as whole. As I was reading I could not help myself when I came across the following planned item:

A family fun day which involved HIV/AIDS and TB testing, other health tests and the one that sent me over the edge – tests for cervical cancer. I am sorry but I would never consider any of these tests, particularly the HIV/AIDS testing or a pap smear FUN!  The thought of calling an event that revolved around this fun simply sent me into a major giggle fit. My colleagues wanted in on the joke so I explained as best as I could through the laughter…once I start one of these giggling fits, it takes a while for me to calm down. They quickly joined in and we all felt much better for a good laugh.

Oh, and by the way, we ended up approving funding for the event but I sincerely hope that the organizers decide to give it a more appropriate name!