TOMs Shoes

So everyone now and then there is a iniatiave that makes people rallied up to fight the good fight. To better the world in a way that was once thought inconcievable. Tom’s shoes, sad to say, is not one of those fights.

I would like to start off by talking about how I view International Development ideas and projects. I look at it from the view of the donator first. The man/women or child donates money sometimes gets a product in return of a feel good initiative. However, these donors are walking on a tight rope over shark infested water. Why? Well because the rope is the amount of money they are willing to spend, and if they run out rope they will fall into the water and stop caring about whatever initiative/or/if they realize that what they are supporting is in fact not really something worth supporting the donor money will end and so will the rope.

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Visiting a Sponsor Child – Part Two

Visiting a Sponsor Child – Part Two

Hello again!Sorry it has taken me so long to update my blog. If you remember a few weeks ago, I mentioned that I was going to visit my dad’s cousin’s sponsor child in Visiting a Sponsor Child – Part One. Here is part 2 of that story, detailing how my day went visiting Jackeline.

I met Soledad, the Compassion trips coordinator at my house at 9:30 am sharp (I love it when things start on time!). We took two taxis (for a little over an hour total) to San Juan de Lurigancho, a district in Lima, where Jackeline lives. We had a great trip: she answered all of the questions that I had, gave me information about the family I was about to visit, and chatted about different things in Lima. A great start to the day.

Our first stop was at the local Compassion office. Here we met the Director, Marisol, and the Manager, Ilda, and they explained how the office works and what they do. Here are a few pictures to describe the location.

Kids learn about life skills: physical (to determine when they are sick with diseases such as Tuberculosis or Diarrhea), socio – emocional (to talk things through instead of to fight), spiritual (not to have fear, God is with you), cognitive (I am smart, I can do it). The examples in each category change each day, and they have a discussion with the Compassion staff about it to gain awareness and self-esteem.

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Coming Home – Reflections on Time Spent in Southern Africa

So today is my last day of work for San Arts and Crafts and it leaves me with mixed feelings. I am overjoyed to be finishing up and getting ready to go back to Canada as I miss my friends and family very much, but I also feel like there is much more I could still do here in Botswana and so much of Southern Africa I have yet to visit. Guess that means I’ll just have to come back haha.

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Earplugs, a Necessity

I have little to complain about in Vietnam. I mean really complain about. Yes, I hassle my roommates about traffic stories, but they vanish as I fall asleep and the next day I’m prepared to reenter the chaos blankly. Like a gold fish, my complaint-memory is ultra short.

However, there is one issue that persists. It’s painful, irritating and unwanted: music in Vietnam.

When one of my friends came home from a volunteer placement in Ghana, he gloated over its musical culture. He had long lists of songs, reminiscently bobbing along as each played. I was envious. I looked forward to that experience in Vietnam. It didn’t come.

Music in Vietnam is… interesting. 4am airport taxis play electronic music at full blast, garbage ladies sing creepy, horror style songs in dark alleyways and 90’s boy and girl bands dominate the karaoke lists.

My initial musical experience was as follows: my first night in Vietnam, in a tired, zombie state, I agreed to the very popular Vietnamese karaoke. Served beer, chips and fresh pineapple, guava and dragon fruit, we ate, drank and sang early Celine Dion and ABBA. We weren’t proud of our choices, but they had value in memory. Very oppositely, however, our Vietnamese tour guides, turned friends, sang an upbeat, Vietnamese version of Happy Birthday… over and over again.

Although music is definitely not on my list of loves in Vietnam (or anyone’s here for that matter), I have many more categories I admire. Food, the ‘living’ streets and the life-goes-on attitude will be taken advantage of over my last few weeks, and will be missed when I eventually leave.

My overall recommendation: come to Vietnam with open minds and eyes, with selective hearing and an updated iTunes library.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Missing the Mekong

Last week, Sarah and I received some disappointing news.

With the Vietnam Rivers Network’s work being very concentrated on the Mekong River Delta in Southern Vietnam, we were curious about the nature of the area: the river, the people, the culture. Sure, we could vacation there, but without the help of our coworkers’ knowledge and connections, we would never be able to holistically understand life in and around the Mekong.

We’ve traveled into the field before. We took a 12-hour train to Hue and a 6-hour minibus to Na Hang, but we weren’t able to go South. A return ticket to Saigon, planned well in advance, costs at least $100 (funds WARECOD/VRN do not have).

And then possibility came knocking.

At the midterm, we were informed that the University could potentially fund our flight. We were ecstatic. Thoughts of this two-pronged trip ran rapidly through my mind: a vacation, floating slowly down the river, snatching dragon fruit and eating river-side candy, and a learning experience, seeing first hand the impacts of climate change (my current greatest interest) and the flooding season on agri and aquaculture.

Our coworkers, members of the VRN, had no set schedule for the trip. We waited patiently, providing subtle reminders as we ourselves were reminded—pictures of the Mekong are prominent around the office.

We became more persistent. We asked for specifics, and although not definite, we received answers: we would go there in April, and we would learn about life adapting to the dry and flooding seasons.

The good news didn’t last long. In Vietnam, foreigners are often unwelcome in areas considered ‘sensitive’. This wasn’t the first time I heard this. Sitting in on a meeting with Rosa Luxemburg-Stiftung, I listened to the organization ask WARECOD to include the possibility of reluctance by the authorities of the project area (a dam project) to involve foreigners as a potential risk to the success of the project within the proposal. This experience helped me understand my role as a misfit within the Delta.

Money is often the greatest hindrance in development, especially for the small organizations chosen for our placements; however, in countries like Vietnam, avoiding international attention and critique, there are so many more factors at play.

Although I’ve missed out on the Mekong, I wholeheartedly thank WARECOD for the opportunities I’ve had in the field. I’ve enjoyed the out-of-office air, and was able to gain a deeper understanding of Vietnamese culture and livelihood. Thanks!

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Malawi!!!

I recently returned from a trip to Lilongwe, Malawi and thought it best to write about the week. This is especially important as Malawi is another placement country for students in International Development and as I went to visit another INDEV student it should give you a snapshot into what the last 7 months have been like for her :)
Most of Malawi looks like this :)
Clearly a very agriculture based country
 Malawi is a few countries over from Botswana so getting there was a more complicated process then we would have liked. There is a bus that will take you from Gaborone to Johannesburg and then through Zimbabwe and Mozambique, it’s 50 hours of bussing but the cheapest option. Unfortunately for us Canadians however the visa fees through Zim and Mozambique are so expensive that it works out to be roughly the cost of flying. So a 4 hour trip by air was the way we went!
Arriving in Lilongwe was like we were entering an entirely different world. Malawi is vastly different from Botswana, a point I’m sure I will reiterate several times in this post. The first thing you notice is just how beautiful the country is. Everything is lush and green and rolling landscapes capture your attention immediately. It is also a much poorer country than Botswana and so everywhere you look you will find someone selling chickens, huge markets for everything from fresh produce to material and traditionally “African” crafts. Coming from Botswana where markets do not exist this was a welcome sight.
The main market
Sketchy bridges on the way to the markets
We stayed with Rylea, an INDEV student working for the Farmers Union of Malawi (FUM) in Lilongwe, and the American couple she lives with Jennifer and Jacob. Jen and Jake work for a Christian Organization called There is Hope Ministries in Dzaleka Refugee Camp on the outskirts of Malawi. They have a beautiful home in the city and it was a welcome reprieve from hostels and lodges to stay with a family for the week.
Throughout the week we spent a lot of time exploring the city. Visiting all of the different markets and soaking up all that Lilongwe has to offer. As a country with more than 13.9 million people ( 7 times the population of Botswana) the city is a bustling place filled with people going about their daily lives. We took mini buses all over the city which is a thoroughly enjoyable experience, despite being extremely overcrowded ALWAYS. There is a reason Malawi is referred to as the “warm heart of Africa”, the people are just so nice and full of life, always willing to help. The city was a little tense however as some riots were being held downtown. The president began arresting opposing candidates in the upcoming election and it wasn’t sitting well with the general population who are fed up with the current situation in Malawi. This coupled with a fuel and electricity crisis is creating quite the volatile situation in Malawi.
Typical scene in the city
 One day we travelled to Dedza, a town reaching the highest altitude in Malawi, about an hour’s minibus ride from Lilongwe. Dedza is a very small town, but it is beautifully positioned at the base of Dedza Mountain. It is also famous for Dedza Pottery, where a wide range of pottery and ceramics are made and sold. We visited Dedza Pottery and wandered through the town, even catching bicycle taxis to bring us back to the main bus rank.
Dedza pottery
We named this rock “Pride Rock”
 We also went to Dzaleka Refugee Camp with Jen and Jake for a day. This was probably my favourite day of the whole trip. I have been considering working with refugee policy in graduate school next year and this visit only reinforced my desire to do so. The camp was amazing. It is the only camp in Malawi, perched on a deforested hilltop far from town but without surrounding fences. Regardless, the refugees in the camp are not permitted to leave or even find employment outside of the camp itself. Dzaleka has existed for 20 years and now houses approximately 15,000 refugees mainly from the DRC. There is currently a crisis in the camp as the UN Food rations have been halved beginning in March. This means that the previously 14 kg food allowance per person has been brought down to 7kg per person. Times are tough and everyone feels the urgency of this crisis, especially as rations become scarce and theft and crime increases. For the refugees in Dzaleka however, spirits have not been broken. We spent the day visiting many different projects within the camp which are trying to improve the quality of life for the people there. An internet cafe which will allow refugees to call home to speak with friends and relatives, a pre-school for disabled children, income generation projects involving tailoring and card creation, small independent restaurants, the list goes on and on. It was truly amazing to see how people who were forced to leave everything behind have been doing everything they can to help their situation, even without promise of much of a future. I guess the best way I can summarize the feeling of the camp is to tell you about a young woman. Bebe has lived in Dzaleka for more than 4 years. She and her husband started a small restaurant not too long ago to try and bring in some income to help support their young daughter. The moment we walked into her house Bebe did everything she could to make us feel welcome, giving us bread and drinks as we talked about how things in the camp were going. Unfortunately with the food crisis the garden she had planted was uprooted and all of her vegetables stolen. Frustrated by the state of  the camp, Bebe explained that she hoped God would bless the thief, because clearly he needed it more than she did and she had two hands and the ability to plant again. A true testament to the human spirit and a nice dose of perspective for me. For more information about the food crisis please read http://www.iteams.org/us/2012/03/rations-short-for-dzaleka-refugee-camp-in-malawi/
Children Playing
With our unofficial guide Freddy
Tailors at the camp
Market
Our last full day in Malawi we drove about an hour to the town of Salima. Salima is down near Lake Malawi which covers more than 30% of the country. We went to Safari Beach Lodge (where they filmed the Amazing Race back in September) and spent the day on the beach, in the pool and avoiding the huge baboons which wandered around the property. Before we returned to Lilongwe that night we stopped at the Salima market and bought way too many souvenirs. The thing is, there aren’t any markets in Botswana so purchasing gifts in Malawi really made the most sense haha. Bargaining with the marketers is never a fun process, but you should see my pile of souvenirs now…definitely worth it :)
Lake Malawi
Rocks looked like we could climb them
Relaxing at Safari Beach Lodge
All in all it was an amazing trip. I would 100% recommend a visit to Malawi to anyone thinking about coming to Africa. While it is nice  to be back ‘home’ in Botswana now, it is always great to experience what the rest of this region has to offer, and Malawi certainly had a lot going on which is worth investigating :)
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5 lessons from 8 months in Burkina Faso

1. Cultural norms
Burkinabés are generally incredibly friendly; they will greet strangers and friends alike with a handshake and questions about your health and your family’s health even if you’re just walking into a store to buy salt. On the other hand, people often take advantage of me because I am white and not a local. Whether it’s bad deals at stores or friends asking for money, I have learned to be much more discerning in how I build relationships and who to trust.

2. Living with less
Truly appreciate what you have in North America. A cliché I know, but having consistent power, water, and internet should not be taken for granted. For example, today I had water for about an hour, had 5 short power cuts, and the internet barely worked. I have learned to not be too surprised or upset by this and even appreciate when they do work. When the shower will turn on full blast, I get pretty excited.

3. Food
Always accept a bit of any food offered and smile as you eat it even if it is monkey legs or caterpillars. People also generally don’t understand why anyone might not want meat or alcohol at 9am either. Beware all cooking has high concentrations of palm oil and salt.

4. Malaria
Malaria (transmitted by the bite of an infected mosquito) results in an absolutely awful week spent in bed. Three out of 4 of my housemates have contracted it in the past 2 months even though we take anti-malarials every day. If I were here for another year, I would save the $1200 I spent on malarone, since I got sick anyway. Conveniently, the medication to get rid of it only costs $7.

5. Be assertive
Whether it be dealing with paying the water bills for 4 other families, children wandering in your house and taking food, or having a job you might not be qualified for, be assertive! This has meant discovering who I am and what I care about which has definitely been the hardest and slowest lesson for me to learn. I think I am a better person for it.

And a freebie for girls…
Never pay any attention to a man you are not interested in! Here, it can get you into very awkward situations even if you just cook and offer some to someone you have no interest in.

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Visiting a Sponsor Child – Part One

Visiting a Sponsor Child – Part One

Good morning!Several weeks ago, my Dad’s cousin went for dinner at our house in Ottawa, and they ended up talking about the fact that I am in Peru, about the type of work that I am doing, etc. My Dad’s cousin (Rod) told my Dad that he was actually sponsoring a child through Compassion Canada, and that she lives on the outskirts of Lima. In the days following that supper meeting, emails were exchanged, and the topic of visiting the sponsor child came up. I offered to go meet her (much to Rod’s delight), thus starting a 2-month process to get everything organized and put into place.

At the beginning of March, I had a business trip to Cajamarca with one of my colleagues as a part of the pilot project and implementation of the National Pollutant Release Inventory in Peru. On our flight to Cajamarca, the topic of sponsor children came up – without me even mentioning the fact that I might be visiting one too, that our family used to sponsor a child in Bolivia, and that I know of many others who also send money abroad on a monthly basis. He brought up the case of a few organizations that work in Peru, go into certain communities, snap pictures of children, and then post them on the web for all to see in the hopes of receiving more donations. But then, where does most of the money go? Printing costs, administration, visits, phone calls, mailing documents, etc….. and perhaps very little of it actually reaches the child and the family that the funds are directed to. Some organizations are better than others he said (and some flat out don’t deliver what they promise), but it is still not a very effective way to reach out to others in his opinion.

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Cancer Town

Last fall, one of my days was spent on a four-hour drive to a coworkers wedding (see Beavers and Biebers). We passed a small and quaint village. It seemed pretty average, lacking it’s deserved eerie feel.

 

The ride was quiet until we reached that village. We were busy eating mandarins and Cheetos, silently watching the landscapes as our iPods blasted into our ears. And then my coworker tapped me.

 

She told me that the village, Tu Chau hamlet in Thanh Oai district, was infected. Over the last 20 years, about 100 people had died from cancer out of its 3,000 residents.

 

It is believed that the cause of this outbreak can be found in the Nhue River. Coloured black from the chemical discharge of nearby factories, residents continued to use the water. In fact, as I passed by the hamlet, I witnessed a man and a woman wading in the water.

 

It was then when I really realized the importance of my placement organization, the Center for Water Resources Conservation and Development (WARECOD). As I passed, I mentally commended the work of the Community Development program, as one of their main focuses is the drinking water quality for many areas in Vietnam.

 

The ignorance of this issue by the local government hinders its correction. Authorities ignore abnormality, and remain unsurprised by the cancer-concentration. Organizations like WARECOD have the opportunity to get funding, but not when the government is making trouble. This, combined with a lack of funds in Thanh Oai district, points to potential dead end.

 

For now, locals settle for unpredictable and limited rainwater and wait for a less stubborn authority to fuel a solution.

 

 

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Lunch time

Each morning I arrive at work at about 9:10. Late. The buses run on their own schedules, arriving at an arbitrary time each morning.

 

From 9:10 until noon, when I hear “Sarah Acker, Sarah Acker”, I work quietly, often unable to fluently and freely communication with my Vietnamese-speaking coworkers.

 

Lunch is a peculiar time. Although I’ve been here for almost 7 months now, I still can’t to recognize many smells. They’re strong, but usually masked by an even stronger scent of fish sauce. The menu is always a surprise.

 

I sit, pairing chopsticks and then place them around the table as the rice is dished out of a space-like cooker: shiny and steaming.

 

Much like grace, we all say ‘xin moi’ (a northern tradition in which all children and youth invite their parents and elders to eat), and everyone digs in.

 

A bowl of rice goes fast. I think of typical Canadian lunches: a simple tuna sandwich and soup. Here, lunch is much more like dinner, and there’s a reason for that. In Vietnam there is a saying in which lunch is eaten for your friends… and they really love their friends.

 

I guess that’s why I’m often watched. Worried that I’m not eating enough, I receive countless offers for another bowl of rice or another slice of pomelo. I feel like a teenager being peer pressured. Offered over and over until I take it, and I do, not in the name of hunger, but in order to please my clique.

 

White rice, boiled cabbage, fried pork, seasoned fish, broth, French fries, pomelo and watermelon are the usual. Treats of fresh spring rolls and hot pot are rare, and celebrated.

 

It is food that brings people together in Vietnam. Sharing the same bowls creates a connection. It is sometimes difficult, feeling semi-isolated as you attempt understand even the topic of conversation, but when you’ve clicked chopsticks, you’ve bonded.

 

It is not only health consciousness or the search of satisfaction upon my face that fuels the hour-long lunch break. It is a time in which language matters less… you couldn’t hear it over the smacking anyway.

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