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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