I was down in Mangochi this week, the southern tip of Lake Malawi, for a work conference. It was blistering hot for most of the time, but I only managed one dip in the lake. We were staying at a hotel called Sun n Sands, which has clearly seen better days. It felt like a dated hotel in 1980s Margate, a relic of a bygone era. This one was huge, and sprawling, with two olympic sized swimming pools, one which had several kiddy slides, a massive play area for kids with safari animals made out of what looked like paper mache, and its own private beach.
Only thing is, I didn't see any tourists. There were maybe 30 people staying in a hotel that could comfortably serve 200, 20 of those were from Save, the rest from the UN, who were also having a work conference. The beach itself was dark sand and gritty, and the lake murky, possibly due to the two effluent pipes that jutted out into the lake, although I didn't see anything coming out. On a walk one morning, I passed dozens of women and children washing in the lake, themselves, their pots and pans, their clothes. I thought how ridiculous it was - I was out for a walk to get some exercise - they had already walked more than I would the entire week, just to get water from the lake.
On my first workday just over a month ago, I attended a workshop
where staff were discussing how to improve our organisational performance. I wrote
in my journal that night how impressed I was at the professionalism of some of
the staff; they expressed concern about the missed deadlines and about the
churlish behaviour of some staff, and spent hours discussing ways in which to
improve. They spoke eloquently and knowledgeably about the need for systems and
checks, and passionately about making missed targets a performance issue. I remember thinking, ‘wow, what’s there for me
to do here? I might as well start booking my weekend safaris now!’.
Oh, what naiveté!
Last Monday, I decided Malawi was a bit of a ridiculous
country. And not just because the top headline was that opposition politicians were
reportedly using whatsapp to plan a coup, with the connivance of the US
ambassador. Well, at least they didn’t employ a tank to obliterate the
opposition members’ homes.
No, but because the smart dressing, the eloquent English,
the prevalence of BMWs and Jaguars in Lilongwe and the forced civility is all just
a facade. This is not a developed country. And many of the people
with whom I work are not consummate professionals; they just know how to act like
one (caveat: some of the people I work with are absolutely brilliant!).
For example, if you need something to be done by deadline, you
are always told it can be done, even if you ask the question several times in
several different ways “are you sure we can meet this deadline? It’s not a
problem if we can’t. Better to have a realistic timeline we can meet, than one
we can’t”. They assure you it’s possible. And then on the day it’s due, they
are conveniently sick, or they hide or they don’t answer your phone calls. If
you chastise them, they sulk! Oh, the sulking!! If you say, no, I want it done
this way - and hey, I’m the manager, I
get to say that – they argue and argue and then they sulk! Ok, so in South
Sudan, they sulked a lot too. But the country had been at war for 40 odd years,
many of the staff had lived in refugee camps for most of their lives. They had brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles
who died of preventable illnesses all the time. I have never had so many deaths
in an office before. So, I give them a bit of leeway. But in Malawi, there’s really no excuse.
The country is peaceful and beautiful; land is arable; roads
are tarmac; there is no sectarian or ethnic conflict; and it has a massive
fresh water lake that takes up nearly a third of the country. But it’s poor,
one of the poorest countries in the world, and it is getting poorer, as the
local currency, the kwacha plummets on the back of reduced demand for tobacco,
and the effects of climate change leave some 2 million at risk of starvation. The
main subsistence crop here is maize, and it’s grown everywhere; anywhere you
can plant a seed. Driving across the country, it stretches as far as you can
see – a multitude of people’s crops – it grows along roads, in backyards, in
vacant plots in the city centre. When the rains are delayed, as they have been
across much of Southern and Eastern Africa, the maize fails, and people starve.
Smallholders supply the entire country with a staple food, and they rely on
rains. Ridiculous.
While tobacco and sugar plantations (cash crops) have been
subsidised to develop an irrigation method using the lake, the country has not
done this for it’s main food crop.
What’s even more ridiculous is that decades of aid in Malawi
and not one donor has tried to help the country develop a sustainable industry,
or an irrigation system. Well, the World Bank is trying to do this now, but
still, why has the government of Malawi not said, ‘hang on, we don’t need yet
another project trying to get more girls into school, what we need is to make
our country more food secure and an irrigation system for smallholders?’ the
answer is because no one asks the government of Malawi what it wants. Oh sure,
we consult with them, but it’s more like, we want to do this project, it will
bring x amount of money into your country, do you want it or not? What are they
going to say, no?
And so instead of acting like a government, and delivering services for its people, it sits back and allows the NGOs and donors to do
this, and uses its tobacco money to build well-manicured roundabouts, and
install a couple of traffic lights that work only sporadically. But this is the
danger of aid. We create generations of dependants (both at government and
citizen level); people who look sharp and know all the latest buzz words, but
won’t ever take action or responsibility for their own development. Oh,
actually, that’s not fair, in a bid to lure more investors, the government just lifted a ban on exploration for
oil and gas in Lake Malawi. Georgia and Kazakhstan have expressed interest.
What else is ridiculous? Well, while Malawi has a three pin
sockets, the same plug as the UK, all its electrical items are imported from
South Africa, which has a different plug. And can you find an adaptor anywhere?
No! So, I spent the afternoon slicing off S African plugs, and fitting on three
pin ones.
I’ve just moved into my new house. It’s massive. Three
bedrooms, three bathrooms, over two gargantuan floors. I feel a bit ridiculous knocking around in
here on my own. All I have so far is a bed and a sofa and chair.
You really have three choices for shopping here. You can buy your items at GAME, which is a South African store a bit like Walmart or Asda (without the groceries). Most of the furniture is plastic or plastic looking. But it has towels and sheets and cutlery etc. Or, you can have furniture made. I had a carpenter make me a bed (£60) and another woman make me a cane sofa and two chairs (£300) or you can find someone who is leaving Malawi and wants to sell all their furniture and items, which is also what I did at the weekend. Although I haven't been able to find a mattress. The mattress shop everyone keeps recommending is only open Monday to Friday 9-5!
I have met one of the neighbours. A young Indian guy –
who looks about 15 – and his wife and kids, his mother and her mother. And their dog FeeFee.
The house is on the edge of the city. I say city, but Lilongwe
is really like a big park with a few tarmac roads. I am just off the tarmac
road, where it turns into a red mud road. I rented a car for the weekend, and
was amazed at how easy it is to drive here. Virtually no cars on the road,
except on Saturday morning when everyone is out, and then it’s just a few long
roads and some roundabouts.
I rented a car because it turns out the one I tried
to buy was not legally registered, and there’s a new system in place where
the previous owner has to be in the country to sign over the ownership, and in this
case, the owner was not in the country. So it's back to the drawing board.
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