No wonder we are puny

From: aristarchus munish
Subject: Things are Getting Better
To: “Nirvana Cable”
Date: Saturday, August 29, 2009, 6:45 AM

Hello,
GCA’s ATT [Global Community Africa, Alternative Thinking Training] is indeed a journey. Sometime back I saw you wearing a T-Shirt and on it was inscribed the words, “Not all who wander are lost.” Looking back some two-and-one-half-years ago, one would have easily brushed off the ATT concept and the direction we were bound. The destination was uncertain, to say the least. However, if there are still any who doubt the power of ATT, then I bet him/her to accompany us in our work. Nirvana, some of the results we are now getting are far beyond anyone’s imagination.

Kilonzo, Nderitu and I are just from a training in a place called Maungu. We had split the team into two because the trainings were arranged to run concurrently.

The youth in our training had given up on life. This was evident from the sharing they had, with a vast majority confessing they had resorted to drinking to hide away from the harsh realities of life. As this life is addictive, we needed a strategy to deal with this. And yes, we got one. What was readily available was a quick flashback of our own lives right to the point you introduced ATT to us. Personally I remembered how addictive my former lifestyle was and how I managed to put that past in the past. I also realized that, in dealing with such tough situations, one needs to drop (give up) one thing and pick up a new one. You simply can’t drop and move on. You must fill the space created by dropping down something [by filling the space with something to replace what is being dropped].

Sharing the challenges they were facing, they mentioned unemployment, lack of capital, poverty, witchcraft and poor education as some of the impediments to their success. Then Nderitu led them to picking the main problem or identifying the priority. They all shouted, “Of course, poverty is the main problem.” “How do you feel when you think the thought, ‘I am poor?,’ he asked them. One by one they poured out their hearts, “miserable”, “weak”, “devastated”, “a nobody”, “I have no say” and “powerless”. “Up to date, up to now, that’s what has characterized your lives,” he told them, “However, there is good news!” All eyes were wide open, all ears attentive, with everyone curiously waiting to hear this one, good news. And as though this was taking forever, they simultaneously asked, “You mean something can be done to ‘repair’ our lives?” “Yes,” we answered. “How many are willing to live different lives?,” I asked them. Instead of raising their hands, some stood up while others shouted, “Me, me, me,” as though they were competing.

We noted down on a black board all they had said. Then I told them, “That is your past life. I want you to create for yourselves what future you envision for yourselves.” “A satisfying life where I enjoy plenty,” one said and the rest nodded in agreement. Another added, “A life where all live in unity is ideal for me”. One participant who was holding his cheek captured my attention, and I asked him what he was thinking. Shaking his head and referring to the list of how they feel when they think they are poor, he said, “I’m staring at what I have been carrying all along my life. I can’t carry anymore these truth!” ”No wonder we appear skinny, it’s because we are overburdened by these poor thoughts!,” implored another.

Thanking GCA, one youth said that they have realized that “the youth are picking excuses for who they are. Yet they make who they are by carrying such poor thoughts.”

One realization the youth woke up to is that the catalogue of their woes has one seamless thread that binds them: their woes are, to a great extent, man-made and trying to blame unemployment, rain scarcity and leaders, for example, simply won’t do. They all committed to living differently.

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One youth proudly shared what he is witnessing in his community following the training we offered in May. He said now in his community there are over 4 women who have started vegetable farming and set up small shops and over 8 women who have started Mandazi [donuts] baking to sell to the community. All these women were depending on their husbands before our training. When they went back they said, “We can no longer sit and wait for our husbands to provide for us. We must be responsible for our lives and compliment on what is given to us.”

The youth will take us to visit these women after this week’s  programme.

Talk soon.

Munish.

Living the kind of life that I have been having in my thoughts

Ghazi Training
Friday, August 21, 2009 2:33 AM

Hallo,

Hope this mail finds you well.
Yesterday we had a training in one of the farthest ends of Voi Constituency - Ghazi Location. One of the areas’ characteristic is lack of network coverage! A remote area indeed.
The training was again a reminder of what we are called for, who we are and who we must become, always. We explored, through the participants, the challenges the community is facing. Now that’s not new. Perhaps it’s not even unique. However, what remains a constant mirror of reflection of who GCA are and how far we have come, not forgetting what we have to offer, is the manner in which the community earnestly and passionately holds on to the already always listening. This was well played and brought to the fore by the way one woman (middle aged) aggressively implored “do you think there is really a better life than what we have now?” She was referring to her life often characterised by struggle to feed and educate her children, small scale farming which never yields anything and persitent drought. Looking at her face all you would see is hopelessness engulfed in a thick cloud of bitterness and total despair. In all her senses, life was just that way, no matter what happened. This was a painful confession of what a “belief” can do to a potential person. All her expectations were suffering and struggle. And this was the general mood in the training. It was a picture of life in bondage, yet of people who through their belief were comfortable in their uncomfortable states. Uh! this is were the real work lies.
Diagnosing the main “disease” of the participants was somewhat relief to me. Through this I found some strength to stay above the prevailing mood. I felt I was at the best place at the best time, to offer the best remendy. I told all the participants to take a deep breathe. Then I told them that today was the day they would discover the key to unlocking their treaures. Some shook their heads in disbelief. Others laughed. It was clear that no image of plenty or flourishment existed in their minds. After a moment they all looked at me expecting to hear more. “Imagine a life full of abundance, healthy and flourishment.” How will you feel? The entire room was filled with warm smiles and tender laughter. And one by one they started saying “it would be great”, “sweet”, ”full of happiness”, “I would feel important”, “I would share love”, “I would be free”,  among others. At this time there was new and exciting energy. And how do you feel without the thought of abundance? I asked them. “Tired, Bitter, weary, rejected, abandoned, isolated, useless, void, lonely among others”. Then I asked them “if you are to drop any luggage of your life, what would it be?” They all shouted bitterness, rejection, etc. At this point I told them they ahd a choice to make between life of abundance and life of scarcity. Each one of them was excited to choose life of abundant provision and the feeling that comes with it. And I shared with them the law of attraction from the “Secret”. At this juncture, one young man stood and said “it’s true, I have been living the kind of life that I have been having in my thoughts! From today onwards I change my way of thinking. Oh, so my beliefs and thoughts are either my assets or liabilities depending on what I choose!”
The participants requested for more trainings in the area and they pledged to bring more people in the next trainings. They also vowed to share what they had learned with other community members.
“Thank you a lot.” They all told us.
And I must also thank you for leading us into leading the world into creating better worlds for themselves. What a joy.
Warm Regards.
Munish.

Get it real, get it seen, get it done.

Working in Kenya, I’ve gotten real about corruption. It’s a patronage business model. When compared with the capitalist business model, patronage occurs as corruption.

Kenya directly invests money in constituencies through a Community Development Fund (CDF). While giving workshops in Karachuonyo Constituency, I noticed that the majority of CDF projects were unfinished. Viewing this from my investment mindset, I saw egregious abuses of capital.

One day, while looking at the four walls of a long-stalled classroom project, with a flash of clarity, I suddenly saw what the community saw, the patrons had not forgotten their village. Sure, the classroom was unusable, but that wasn’t the point. The four walls represented the village had not been forgotten by its elders [patrons]. Turns out, CDF monies are, in fact, a “Cake Distribution Fund.”

In Kenya, everyone wants to know their elders have included them in the distribution of rents/the sharing of the cake. Given they also know themselves as poor, little fish, they are happy with crumbs. Big Fish [elders] get to eat first. They can have as much as they want. When they are done eating, everyone else shares the leftovers.

Capitalists don’t get it about corruption. We don’t see it for what it is. When we do, we can get development done.

The business model of corruption

January 30, 2009
Dead Aid, By Dambisa Moyo
Reviewed by Paul Collier in Independent Books

Time to turn off the aid tap?

Dambisa Moyo is to aid what Ayaan Hirsi Ali is to Islam. Here is an African woman, articulate, smart, glamorous, delivering a message of brazen political incorrectness: cut aid to Africa. Aid, she argues, has not merely failed to work; it has compounded Africa’s problems. Moyo cannot be dismissed as a crank. Educated at Harvard and Oxford, she heads the Africa strategy of a major bank. Nor can she be dismissed as a renegade who has rejected her roots. She is deeply wounded by the lack of development in Zambia, her home country. So what is she saying?

The first stage in her argument is that aid is easy money. If governments had to rely upon private financial markets they would become accountable to lenders, and if they had to rely upon taxation they would become accountable to voters. Aid is like oil, enabling powerful elites to embezzle public revenues. She catalogues evidence, both statistical and anecdotal.

But the core of her argument is that there is a better alternative. Governments could find money for development through financial markets, both international and domestic. Historically, the governments of those countries that have successfully developed funded investment by recourse to international markets. In order to borrow, they needed decent credit ratings; to get the ratings, they had to be transparent and prudent. The discipline of transparency and prudence were as important as the money in promoting development. Some of the stronger African governments have at last started down this road. She also sees huge scope for innovations in micro-finance, such as the group borrowing pioneered by the Grameen Bank in Bangladesh.

What should we make of these arguments? As it happens I taught Moyo both at Harvard and Oxford, but her ideas are decidedly her own. I think that they deserve to be taken seriously. The function of aid is not to make us feel better about ourselves; it is to promote development, and if a well-informed African tells us that we are inadvertently having the opposite effect, we had better take heed.

So is there solid evidence to refute her claim that aid worsens governance and so impoverishes? Unfortunately, the research on whether aid is effective is frankly shambolic. At the level of an individual project we can often show it is effective, but this misses Moyo’s point: that what matters is the overall impact on the society.

There is indeed some evidence that aid tends to worsen governance, though whether enough to offset its beneficial effects is unresolved. Certainly, the evidence is sufficiently troubling that respected experts share her concerns. Adrian Wood, formerly chief economist of the Department for International Development, has argued that there should be a ceiling to aid as a proportion of the budget. The consensus academic view, to the extent there is one, is probably that large aid inflows, like large oil revenues, tend to reduce government accountability to citizens.

However, cutting aid may not be the best response. My preferred alternative is to strengthen its potential for “governance conditionality”: aid agencies should insist on both transparent budgeting and free and fair elections. That said, I have to admit that Moyo has a good retort. She shows how feeble aid agencies have been: when occasionally one gets tough, others compensate. Within aid agencies, performance is judged predominantly by short-term criteria such as how much aid is disbursed, rather than longer-term effects on accountability. Based on past behaviour, a government could assume that the aid would keep flowing more or less regardless of what it did.

However, even admitting the severe limits of donor ability to improve governance, I doubt that many of Africa’s problems can be attributed to aid. It is, in my view, something of a sideshow. Because it lends itself to a simple morality story of guilt and reparation, it receives more attention than is warranted. Paradoxically, despite her radically different argument, Moyo has ended up with the same punchline as the conventional, politically correct diagnosis: Africa’s problems are the consequence of our transgressions.

By the same token, I think that Moyo’s message is over-optimistic. She implies that, were aid cut, African governments would respond by turning to other sources of finance that would make them more accountable. I think this exaggerates the opportunity for alternative finance and underestimates the difficulties African societies face.

Moyo has been unlucky in her timing. In the brief interval between writing and publication, the book’s argument has been overtaken by events. The opportunity for African governments to raise money on international markets has evaporated even more rapidly than it opened around four years ago. The global financial crisis has drastically reduced investor appetites for risk: for example, the government of Kenya had planned to raise $500m through an international bond issue, but that is now out of the question.

International investors have over-reacted: in reality the investment opportunities in Africa have not deteriorated as sharply as those in the OECD, but irrational exuberance has been replaced by irrational caution. By chance, the collapse in private finance has coincided with a shift in donor priorities from social spending to infrastructure.

As a result of these two changes in mood, suddenly the aid agencies look to be more important as sources of finance for investment than at any time in the last two decades. While the commercial banks have stopped lending, the World Bank has never been as busy.

African societies face problems deeper than their dependence on aid. Divided by ethnic loyalties, they are too large to be nations. Yet with only tiny economies, they lack the scale to be effective states. As a result the vital public goods of security and accountability cannot adequately be provided. In their absence the valuable natural assets that many countries possess become liabilities instead of opportunities for prosperity.

I think that African societies need international help to overcome these problems; it is just that the help they need is not predominantly money. Aid is not a very potent instrument for enhancing either security or accountability. Our obsession with it has detracted from the more important ways in which we can promote development: peacekeeping, security guarantees, trade privileges, and governance.

But we must hope that Moyo’s thesis is right: Britain has just implemented the sharp cuts in aid that she wants to see. Although this was achieved inadvertently, as a result of the sharp depreciation of the pound rather than by a cut in the sterling-denominated budget, it will have the same effect.

Paul Collier is professor of economics at Oxford University and author of ‘The Bottom Billion’ (Oxford)

Rebel with a cause: Dambisa Moyo - A global economic strategist at the investment bank Goldman Sachs in London, Dambisa Moyo formerly worked as a consultant at the World Bank in Washington DC. She grew up in Lusaka, Zambia, and studied economics at Harvard University and then (for a doctorate) at Oxford. Kofi Annan has praised ‘Dead Aid’, her first book, as a “compelling case for a new approach to Africa”. Historian Niall Ferguson’s response to it was that “This reader was left wanting a lot more Moyo, and a lot less Bono”.

Addressing the Mindset of Poverty Workshops near Lake Victoria in Kenya

img_1381.JPGAstonishing what happens when self-proclaimed “poor” people examine their thinking! Complete tear jerker when people realize their “I am poor” belief has kept them in bondage for decades.

Children as elders in universe time

My friend and colleague, Lynne Twist, in her book, The Soul of Money [p 237], shares about a time Buckminster Fuller came to dinner:

During this pivotal time Bucky was central to my life and work, and one night we were honored to have him come to dinner at our house. Our children were six, eight, and ten years old, and Bill and I, Bucky and our kids sat at our kitchen table. Bucky was often referred to as the ‘Grandfather of the Future’ and it was so exciting–such a gift–seeing him there with our children sharing a simple, home-cooked meal. At one point, my eight-year-old daughter, Summer, said something that was profound in the way children do, speaking a deep truth with their innocent insight. Her remark was a kind of showstopper for the three adults at the table–Bill, Bucky, and me–and we looked at each other, touched by the wisdom of this child.

Then Bucky said something that changed my life and my relationship with my children forever. He said to Bill and me, ‘Remember, your children are your elders in universe time. They have come into a more complex, more evolved universe than you or I can know. We can only see that universe through their eyes.”

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The following Youtube video captures Severn Suzuki in a “showstopping speech” to the UN at the Earth Summit in 1992. From the intro to this video on Karmatube.org, “Born and raised in Vancouver, Severn Suzuki has been working on environmental and social justice issues since kindergarten. At age 9, she and some friends started the Environmental Children’s Organization (ECO), a small group of children committed to learning and teaching other kids about environmental issues. They traveled to 1992’s UN Earth Summit, where 12 year-old Severn gave this powerful speech that deeply affected (and silenced) some of the most prominent world leaders. The speech had such an impact that she has become a frequent invitee to many UN conferences.”

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My daughter sent me the link to Servern’s speech.

Consistency is the last resort of the unimaginative…

…[Oscar Wilde]

If ending poverty is tied to a consistent level of GDP growth, it follows that ending poverty is a time-bound pursuit. To figure out timeframes for ending poverty, development experts often use a mathematical equation, a country’s expected percentage annual GDP growth times number years at anticipated percentage annual GDP growth equaling GCP level considered to allow for an acceptable number of poor people. For low income countries, this GDP growth approach will take decades.

The following quote from a Brookings Institution Center on Children and Families report illustrates that even after decades of US GDP growth, there are still unacceptable levels of child poverty.

During the 1960s, [US] child poverty fell by more than half, to 14 percent. In the subsequent three decades, however, child poverty drifted upward in an uneven pattern, never again reaching the low level achieved in 1969. This is a surprising and discouraging record.

Through thirty years of my own independent research into the mindset of poverty, The stressful belief that one does not have the means to create what is personally meaningful, I have satisfied my working thesis that the work of ending poverty is being addressed from the very mindset that holds poverty in place. Individuals are leading poverty interventions believing they cannot create what their mission holds to be meaningful.

How do you feel when you think the thought, ending poverty is impossible? Is your imagination available to you when you think this thought?

How do you feel when you think the thought, ending poverty is possible? Is your imagination available to you when you think this thought?

What thoughts make a world without poverty imaginable?

What thoughts must be left aside in order to imagine a world free of poverty?