Sunday 25 August 2013

Behavior Change

Sorry, everyone, for being such a lame blogger. Posting one blog every month or two is probably not the best way to develop a following, but I greatly appreciate anyone who stuck it out and is reading this extremely belated second blog. At this point, most people in my life know that I’m living in Malawi, but many people probably don’t know what I’m doing in Malawi. When asking what I would be doing for work, Ryan’s brother Adam said he assumed it would be something Captain Planet-y. Clearly, anything involving the planeteers and a lesser known superhero wearing red underpants outside of his tights would be way cooler than my actual job. Still, I figured I should elaborate a bit on what job could be important enough to make me move thousands of miles away from my husband, family, and friends.

I remember a friend of mine at work asking what I would be doing in Malawi. I explained that I would be working with an international development organization called PCI to help some of the most marginalized people in the country learn conservation agriculture practices, develop resiliency against disasters, practice better health and nutrition habits, and participate in village saving and loans programs. “Oh,” she said. “So you’ll be teaching people how to live.” I didn't know what to say to that. Surely I wasn't teaching people how to live! Spending three months in Malawi four years ago as a glorified intern definitely didn't qualify me to be an expert on how people should be living in rural Malawian villages. I imagined how I would feel if someone just as random – say, a Korean businessman – came into my home in America and told me how to live. “Take your vitamins!” he would say, or, “save more money to prepare for unforeseen circumstances!” Ryan already tells me both of these things on a pretty regular basis . . . ask him how well I've complied J

Yet isn't this exactly what I would be doing? The crux of development work is promoting behavior change – teaching people how to live healthier, more productive lives; telling people to take their vitamins and save their money so that they can invest in their futures. My first few weeks in my new job, I was very uncomfortable with this whole concept of behavior change. Most people who know me know that I am not a huge fan of advice (even applicable, thoughtful advice that, if taken, would probably improve my life). In the end, I am hopelessly independent and determined to make my own mistakes, often to my own detriment (sorry, Mom!). Why would these communities be any different? Why would these communities want to listen to anything I had to say, especially as I am a privileged mzungu who couldn't possibly comprehend the challenges they face?

What I learned was that I wasn't to teach anything to these communities. In fact, most of our Malawian office staff members weren't directly teaching anything to the community members either. Like many development organizations, PCI uses a “training of trainers approach,” where our program managers work with field staff, called facilitators, who in turn work with volunteers in our communities. These volunteers, who receive a small stipend for their work, are from the communities themselves and are ultimately the voices that are heard in the villages.

Moreover, I began to understand that the programs we implement seek to develop skills and build knowledge, in addition to promoting behavior change. I am well aware that I should be taking my vitamins and saving more of my income because of the extensive education I've received and the multitude of resources at my fingertips. Rural villagers in Malawi, however, don’t have access to books on nutrition or financial planning services. New mothers aren't taught to only feed their newborns breast milk for the first six months of their lives. Farmers don’t know how to mulch or inter-crop with legumes to increase soil fertility. Communities don’t innately know how to organize themselves into village banking systems to take impossibly small monthly contributions and build enough capital to start new businesses that can sustain their children’s lives. This is what PCI’s programming teaches them to do.



On one of my first trips out to the field, I met with some of PCI’s program beneficiaries.  I met Martha who learned from PCI how to grow chilies and sell them at a profit three times what she could earn growing and selling maize. I met Evelyn, who saved enough money through her village saving and loan group to buy tin sheets to replace the thatched roof on her house and start a cake making business. I met many mothers who proudly showed me healthy and well fed children because they now use hand washing "tippy-taps" to prevent the spread of disease and they plant home gardens to raise local crops as an extra source of nutrition and to sell for extra income. Turns out, the only things I do in the communities are listen, learn, and document.



So what do I do in my job? I write a bunch of reports and review a lot of budgets. I oversee our staff members and remind them to submit their programming updates to me on time. I review our monitoring and evaluation systems and make sure our donors understand the impact of the projects they are funding.  And on my favorite days, I get to go out to the communities and talk to people about what their lives are like, what they are doing differently today than they were four years ago when our programs first started, and how their lives have improved due to new knowledge, skills . . . and changes in behavior.


Monday 1 July 2013

Mzungu on the loose

I was determined to start a blog once I finally landed a job abroad. Turns out that getting a job abroad takes up most of your time and leaves no time for a blog. But I'm finding that I'm craving an outlet to express the giddiness, nervousness, and downright confusion that comes with living in a new city, in a (somewhat) new country, where you don't know a soul except for your boss. So here goes the Warm Heart Chronicles, named in tribute for the country I now call home: Malawi, the Warm Heart of Africa.

In Malawi, I am a mzungu (i.e. awkward white person) who is bumbling my way around, trying not to notice that I'm being noticed, and trying hopelessly to blend in. The hardest thing to adjust to here is just being starkly different. It’s also hard to explain what it's like to live in a place like Malawi when you are born and raised in a developed country like America. My first time in Africa, I was absolutely floored to see a Subway sub shop and a fully stocked grocery store. Somehow that didn't jive with the images in my mind of what Africa was supposed to look like. Yet there are many things in my new city, Blantyre, that remind me of a cosmopolitan city like Boston or Denver, including swank swimming pools at expensive hotels, plush restaurants, and beautiful homes with immaculately manicured yards. The difference, however, in a country like Malawi, is that most of its residents will never set foot in an upscale restaurant in their lifetime. About 80% of Malawians are subsistence farmers who live in rural areas with extremely limited resources. The income disparity here is heartbreaking. 



Yet the sense of community you see in these extremely poor villages puts any American neighborhood to shame. Families with next to nothing will share their remaining food with their neighbors. Children are literally raised by the village. And when there is a death in the community, the whole day (and sometimes week) is halted to mourn the loss. From my limited time in Malawi in 2009, I found that the Malawian people were some of the friendliest people I had ever encountered (they sure beat out the Spanish and French). Complete strangers would go out of their way to help you find an address or the next bus to town. In many ways I felt that, despite their poverty, Malawians were still kinder and happier than many Americans. 



Malawi also has breathtaking scenery. Its rolling landscape is dotted with baobab trees and mountains line much of the horizon. Lake Malawi (which is unfortunately not super close to Blantyre) looks like the California coastline, only with tropical islands scattered about. The skies here are even bigger than skies back in Colorado. Really, my only hope in describing a place like this is just to post a bunch of pictures and hopefully distract you from my rambling.  





Slowly, I am beginning to embrace my mzungu identity and overcome the culture shock, but I’m finding it harder than I expected. Having lived here once before, I expected to feel a sense of familiarity, even a sense of comfort, in returning to Malawi. Unfortunately it seems it’s never easy to move abroad by yourself, even if it is to fulfill a lifelong dream. Sharing a bit of my experiences with all of you will definitely help, and hopefully you’ll be somewhat entertained along the way. Looking forward to hearing from everyone as well!


Zikomo!