July 28, 2013
I
just got home and I keep asking myself if I saw a miracle today.... I
spent the day in the deep country of the Congo on the verge of tears
because I kept meeting countless families who were poor but rich in
spirit, family and happiness. I realize they struggle to to put food on
the table but they also know what it means to live. I'm blessed to have
felt that today, so blessed. Today was one of the best days of my life.
Maybe not a miracle but I saw something new in the world and I'm so happy
it's there.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Friday, July 19, 2013
Give the whole community a stake in the project...
The major problems facing the
people of the DR Congo are poverty, conflict, transportation, communication and
hunger. During my evaluation of the
local agricultural industry and higher education system in Butembo, Democratic
Republic of the Congo (DRC), I have come to realize that agricultural
advancements developed or imported by local universities rarely impact the
local community. Occasionally aid organizations like the Bill and Melinda Gates
Foundation will fund projects to improve the varieties of crops produced in remote
regions of the DRC but rarely do farmers nearest to the universities in Butembo
benefit.
The reason these innovations don’t take off like wildfire is simple economics- it costs a farmer fifty cents to purchase a disease resistant banana sucker from the local university, and $45 to drive deep into the country by motorcycle taxi, to retrieve cassava cuttings from the NGO that are new disease resistant varieties. Virtually no one here can afford this! The DRC’s GDP is the lowest in the world at $250, PER YEAR.
The limited access to improved varieties is an added travesty to the problems in DRC. While the Congolese people struggle to provide just the basic nutritional requirements to survive, disease and pests eat away at their harvests. The farmers can’t afford to buy quality inputs so they don’t produce efficiently, because they don’t produce efficiently they can’t afford quality inputs- it’s a cyclic poverty trap!!!!
Butembo is in need of a propagation farm to generate affordable disease resistant varieties. Unlike the very remote regions of the DRC, Butembo is an agricultural trading hub and would be an ideal location to disseminate new varieties though the people who are visiting the city.
I work with agronomists that have technical knowledge gained from the local universities to run a propagation/demonstration farm and can provide minimal financial capital necessary to get the operation off the ground. All I needed was a location to start working.
One day while on a walk with a priest we took a shortcut through the local convent. I was amazed to see that the nuns had roughly two hectors of farm land that was incorporated into their walled-in compound. I spoke with the mother superior of the convent about using this location to run a propagation farm; however she was very reluctant to provide me with any space to grow crops.
She protested my plan, “Look over there, we are already growing cassava. We don’t need anymore!” I was ready, “Yes, you do have cassava; but look at the leaves, they’re wilted. Your cassava is sick and probably doesn’t yield much. I will provide you with cassava plants that won’t get sick and that will yield much more!”
I should not have believed for a second that I was smarter than a nun. She responded, “You might be right about the disease, but if we grow more cassava- we also need to use the land to grow beans. No one wants to eat just cassava every day. We need beans for protein.”
This was an excellent argument that used marginal utility to prove a point- It doesn’t matter how much starch is in your diet; if you don’t have protein you’re still going to starve.
“You’re completely right”, I said. “How about this, I will work with you in the field, I will pay the community to assist us in preparing the field, I will pay you upfront for your work in beans AND you can keep everything that is produced. BUT, the nuns must teach the high school students everything the agronomists teach them.”
She smiled and said, “thank you for paying US to work in OUR field. We have a deal!” The entire time we were negotiating, I thought she didn’t want to have anything to do with the project; but as soon as we agreed, she was thrilled by the idea. She knew exactly what she was doing; she played me like a fiddle. I have no regrets, it’s only $30 dollars and it’s going to a great cause.
The nuns laughed and laughed at my inability to use the hoe. The nun was not even five feet tall but she insisted on using the hoe with me. The Congolese agronomists I brought with me laughed and took photos with their cell phones of the short nun and I awkwardly using the hoe simultaneously. After just a few seconds she thanked me for my work and told me I could leave- I was not worth the effort of even trying to train!
The cassava cuttings and a disease resistant variety of potatoes have been collected. I still need to source the materials for the small green house but we will begin planting on Monday!
My goals for the project
It’s my hope this small project will demonstrate and propagate improved disease resistant varieties of cassava- introduced and taught by the nuns, supported through research and skills from local agronomists and universities, and will lead to lasting positive impacts on the community of Butembo, and the surrounding area.
The reason these innovations don’t take off like wildfire is simple economics- it costs a farmer fifty cents to purchase a disease resistant banana sucker from the local university, and $45 to drive deep into the country by motorcycle taxi, to retrieve cassava cuttings from the NGO that are new disease resistant varieties. Virtually no one here can afford this! The DRC’s GDP is the lowest in the world at $250, PER YEAR.
The limited access to improved varieties is an added travesty to the problems in DRC. While the Congolese people struggle to provide just the basic nutritional requirements to survive, disease and pests eat away at their harvests. The farmers can’t afford to buy quality inputs so they don’t produce efficiently, because they don’t produce efficiently they can’t afford quality inputs- it’s a cyclic poverty trap!!!!
Butembo is in need of a propagation farm to generate affordable disease resistant varieties. Unlike the very remote regions of the DRC, Butembo is an agricultural trading hub and would be an ideal location to disseminate new varieties though the people who are visiting the city.
I work with agronomists that have technical knowledge gained from the local universities to run a propagation/demonstration farm and can provide minimal financial capital necessary to get the operation off the ground. All I needed was a location to start working.
One day while on a walk with a priest we took a shortcut through the local convent. I was amazed to see that the nuns had roughly two hectors of farm land that was incorporated into their walled-in compound. I spoke with the mother superior of the convent about using this location to run a propagation farm; however she was very reluctant to provide me with any space to grow crops.
She protested my plan, “Look over there, we are already growing cassava. We don’t need anymore!” I was ready, “Yes, you do have cassava; but look at the leaves, they’re wilted. Your cassava is sick and probably doesn’t yield much. I will provide you with cassava plants that won’t get sick and that will yield much more!”
I should not have believed for a second that I was smarter than a nun. She responded, “You might be right about the disease, but if we grow more cassava- we also need to use the land to grow beans. No one wants to eat just cassava every day. We need beans for protein.”
This was an excellent argument that used marginal utility to prove a point- It doesn’t matter how much starch is in your diet; if you don’t have protein you’re still going to starve.
“You’re completely right”, I said. “How about this, I will work with you in the field, I will pay the community to assist us in preparing the field, I will pay you upfront for your work in beans AND you can keep everything that is produced. BUT, the nuns must teach the high school students everything the agronomists teach them.”
She smiled and said, “thank you for paying US to work in OUR field. We have a deal!” The entire time we were negotiating, I thought she didn’t want to have anything to do with the project; but as soon as we agreed, she was thrilled by the idea. She knew exactly what she was doing; she played me like a fiddle. I have no regrets, it’s only $30 dollars and it’s going to a great cause.
The next day I was shocked to see
that nearly half the field had already been cleared by the nuns. The following
day I arrived early to work on clearing the rest of the field, but the nuns
were nearly finished! I asked if they had an extra hoe I could use. Instead one
of the nuns handed me hers. I eagerly reached for the hoe and began imitating the
movement I had seen. I was determined to impress the nuns. “No, no, no, not
like that!” she said.
The nuns laughed and laughed at my inability to use the hoe. The nun was not even five feet tall but she insisted on using the hoe with me. The Congolese agronomists I brought with me laughed and took photos with their cell phones of the short nun and I awkwardly using the hoe simultaneously. After just a few seconds she thanked me for my work and told me I could leave- I was not worth the effort of even trying to train!
The cassava cuttings and a disease resistant variety of potatoes have been collected. I still need to source the materials for the small green house but we will begin planting on Monday!
My goals for the project
1)
To produce a small but very fertile harvest so
that the local community will notice improved value and subsequently a demand
will be generated for disease resistant varieties
2)
Train the nuns how to propagate the disease
resistant varieties so that they can sell or give them away
3)
Provide visiting priests access to the cuttings
and suckers to take back to their communities to distribute and propagate
4)
Teach high school students innovative
agricultural practices that they can introduce to their families
5)
Reduce the cost of new varieties by improving
access (I was told one cassava plant can be used to create at least 30
cuttings)
6)
Utilize local agronomists to monitor and
evaluate the new disease resistant plantings, and to keep the plantings healthy
by evaluating and suggesting treatments, referring difficult problems to the university
researchers
7)
University researchers can continue to test, analyze
and suggest treatment. By including
researchers at all stages, working directly with the community on client
oriented plant introduction and propagation plots, they gain direct insight into
the farmers’ needs and challenges.
It’s my hope this small project will demonstrate and propagate improved disease resistant varieties of cassava- introduced and taught by the nuns, supported through research and skills from local agronomists and universities, and will lead to lasting positive impacts on the community of Butembo, and the surrounding area.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Terrific Day!
7/3/2013
After my very early French lesson, one of my coworkers
invited me to go check out a cassava project that finished last year. Two and a half hours of dirt road and mountainous
driving we were there. The journey was incredible! Once we left the city I
didn’t see another automobile for the entire trip. Not a single house appeared
to have electricity, and the kids were ecstatic to see a white man being driven
through their communities. The kids
would run to the side of the road, waving and screaming the entire way.
When we arrived at the site the field was full of women
weeding beneath the cassava bushes. They were just as shocked to see a white
man as the kids were. I greeted and shook hands with the male president of the farmers’ cooperative
and the women were blown away that I proceeded to shake each one of their hands
too. After a brief interview I closed by
asking the women if they had ever met a white person before. Emphatic no’s and
laughter ensued. When the laughter died
down I said, “Well of course I have met many African’s but I can honestly say I
never have visited a more beautiful place in my life and more welcoming people.”
The women clapped and seemed touched. I really meant it too- The mountains
provided breathtaking views of valleys filled with rivers and dotted with small
houses. Some of the trees were enormous. Cows, ducks, pigs, children, chickens,
sheep, and goats were running all about. And most importantly the new variety
of cassava I came to see was thriving and the people were just amazing.
I noticed that most of the children didn’t come down to the
road to see me off. Only one 5 year old boy, probably the son of one of the
women, remained. I grabbed a small plastic dinosaur out of my bag and started
walking towards the boy to hand him the toy. The look of bewilderment and
amazement immediately melted from the boy’s expression and it was replaced with
terror. He ran away and I was left awkwardly holding the toy.
Along the way back we had to wait 10 minutes while a giant
tree was cleared from the road. I asked my coworker if he could take some
pictures. He said it wouldn’t be a problem.
But sure enough, after a few great pictures, the man with the chainsaw
started yelling at him. I don’t think Congolese like having their pictures
taken- I don’t blame them, they probably have never been given a copy of their
picture. Some of the little boys in my community would flick off tourists that
tried to take their picture and I didn’t approve of it but I also never
disapproved.
Important industry observation- On the way back from the
field I thought I caught a momentary glimpse of a fish pond through the trees.
My coworker who specializes in fish ponds said it couldn’t have been, but sure
enough another small break in the trees revealed at least three ponds. I asked
the driver to stop and we all piled out of the car. When I stepped out I was
completely taken off guard by the sound of a generator. I hadn’t seen anything
requiring electricity in the past 5 hours so this was a huge surprise. Sure enough
up steam from the fish pond there was a hydro-electric operated cassava mill!
The women inside told me that the mill was owned privately (I bet it’s one of
the countless aid projects in the bush). This aid project is of special
importance because, 1) it’s a heck of a
lot cheaper than the dam I saw being built. 2) I know the new variety of cassava
I just saw today, is going to take off causing a spike in supply and subsequent
collapse of demand of cassava – the mill would give value to the cassava and
allow it to be used for chicken, fish or other animal feed. 3) hydro-electric
means charging stations allowing residents to acquire cell phones. 4) electricity
means chickens could be commercially raised, proving a needed source of
protein. .. This looked like a great project!
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