It’s been a while since I wrote a piece for the blog and a lot has happened, frustrations, delight and sheer awe at the goings on in my day to day existence. I am also getting normalised or should that re-naturalised, so I am a little more patient and sometimes accepting to the stuff that drove me crazy in my first few weeks.
I attended a child protection course and a university presentation in the last couple weeks ago both of which brief for moment it gave me a glimpse of what learning and training might be like in the Zimbabwean context. Without painting everyone with the same ugly brush, I would like to say that my experience with the learning environment has left me both shocked and sad at the state of environment in which the country is producing its workforce. On one hand the child protection trainer was well informed of his craft, policies and what not but he couldn’t teach it, we spent 2 hours listening and left without really being equipped with the “what is child abuse and what to do in the event of witnessing child abuse”. He was uncoordinated and lacked a road map of where the training started, what he needed to teach and where it ended.
Then, there was an in event at a local university and for the uninformed, Zimbabwe now has 16 universities! What I took out of the event is that in this part of the world observing protocol is everything even if it means repeating the honoured guests list 5 times at one event! It was tedious and boring after 2 rounds but to seat through 5 recitals of the list was too much especially for an event that was only two and half hours long. But, I learned something, if you don’t want to repeat honoured guest list in its entirety all you say is “All protocols observed”, so why we sat through the other stuff I don’t know. It’s not as if any new honoured guests were added to the list! But beyond that, the event again lacked simple preparedness, coordination and a sense of occasion, which was the point of it all.
I accept that I am quite sheltered in terms of experiencing the daily realities of living on meagre wages and general hardships that the common man and woman here go through but I had a “this is Africa moment” last week. I decided to explore the other side of the city on foot and encountered a market, now before you judge me let me finish! I have been to markets in other parts of Africa and in that hustle and bustle of the people’s market there is an experience that is uniquely Africa. PriceS of veggies goes from $1-3.00 in the shop to 30c – 70c and there are 10 to 15 traders seating next to each other selling exactly the same things and the same price. The products are primarily vegetables, clothes, cheap knock offs of sports shoes and even cheaper knock offs of leading electronics brands. But it was the atmosphere and the fading hope on the traders faces as I walked past each stall that stuck with me. My business brain quickly worked out that prices were so low because of hyper competition but could textbook strategy work here? What else would they traders do? The margins maybe as little as nothing but at least they have somewhere to go in the morning.
Today I visited a boarding school that benefits from my NGO’s support and found something that I remembered from the child protection training, Girls should not be beaten as punishment as school! I am sure there are many girls reading this who will remember being beaten and I saw it happening today! The irony of it all was that I was being shown around by a staff member who attended the child protection training I mentioned earlier and he didn’t notice it! The teacher was smacking the girls on their cheeks! Face cheeks! And in another corner were two boys who were missing lunch because their shoes had no laces! Which made me think, where does punishment and abuse become blurred lines? The lines are very thin….
Taf Masiye 