South Sudan

South Sudan is an interesting place to find yourself in.
Curfews, stories of violence, of fights, stories of survival, stories of disappointments.
I spend most of the time in Goal's compounds in Twic and Agok, a few hours by plane north of Juba, at the border with Sudan.
Very far from anything. In Twic there is no coca cola nor pepsi. That is how remote it is.
I visited nutrition centers and hospitals, met with women groups, discussed about childhood and access to adulthood with community members... great.
Interesting for me, a few weeks before I was in Ethiopia, in the refugee camps of Gambella, populated by South Sudanese Nuer. Here I was in South Sudan, with the Dinkas.
Nuer and Dinkas are the two main groups fighting against each-other, with horrible stories of massacres, mutilation, hate. The Nuers I met all had nasty stories about Dinkas. For me it is difficult to truly understand how different they are, and what is the base of so much hate. They seem to be so similar.

The country I have seen lives thanks to Humanitarian aid. From the airplanes in Juba airport, the presence of blue-soldiers, the logos on hospitals, schools, the branding of houses... evidence of the presence of NGO and the UN is everywhere. And they are certainly running a lot of social, education and health services.
It should costs the world 800 millions a year, to assure peace, survival, education and health in this war-thorn country. Half has been raised in 2015. Whilst I was there people were looking at the options to shut down operations, lack of funds means to close nutrition centers, delivery rooms, community support...

When I came back someone asked me if it would not just be better to stop the humanitarian aid, stop accepting refugees and leave the people to sort their problems out.
A watch and see attitude.
Behind it is the opinion that Humanitarian aid can fuel or help maintain conflict. I didn't really knew how to respond and make sense of my position. Yes, maybe, humanitarian action and human kindness are giving an option to people that are suffering to seek shelter, hospitality and help. And that might not push them to fight back, and maybe sort out the problem.
And continue the cycle of violence.
And enable the strongest, with the most weapon, cash to destroy the others. And the most vulnerable are children, women, old people. The past, the future and the creators. 
It's like telling a kid that has been raped or beaten to sort his/her shit out with his/her abuser.
It is siding with the bully. I feel it is not good.
So why is humanitarian aid so essential? Because it remind us to embrace that this world deserve to exist in a multi-cultural way, where all have the right to exist.

Today, in Paris world leaders are discussing Climate change and environment. It is a great challenge for humankind, I am happy it is a growing concern.
One of the other challenge that not many are addressing is the systematic cultural diversity destruction that is happening. Languages, ways of living, cultures are permanently removed and with them our human identity.
We destroy the environment, but we are even more efficient in destroying ourselves, and destroying those who do not thing like us. If people think differently, have other ways to eat, pray, relate... I think to myself  "wahw, they are showing me a new way to be human". And they deserve respect and the right to exist. 


So, is the country under Humanitarian-dip? For sure.
Does it have negative impact? Yes probably.
Does it cost a lot? 80 USD per year per South Sudanese.
What is the impact? Life-changing. Enabling people to survive, to live better and to build a future, not only for the people of South Sudan, but for all of us, and our human diversity.

Fascinating thing in South Sudan is the bird diversity. Small colorful bee-eaters, vultures, kites, eagles, to big crested cranes. Its a great place to see those flying things.
And cows. Everywhere, with their massive horns. Beautiful..
And very, very tall people. I'me average size, some of the Nuers and Dinkas tower me from two heads above. They are majestic in the way they walk, the scarification on their faces and bodies, the bond they have with their cattle, it is very strange and beautiful. And often beyond my capacity to understand.
The relation with the cattle is very difficult for me to get. I see steak, they see an extension of themselves, wealth and respectability, honor, spirituality, I don't know.

Ethiopia

I came back from 5 weeks working in Ethiopia and South Sudan, and with a short trip to Nairobi.
Exceptional countries for many different reasons. Unique.

I Ethiopia I mainly worked with Goal's teams in Gambella's refugee camps; welcoming people fleeing South Sudan, and with organizations responding to unaccompanied children on the move: street children, immigrants...
 
In Gambella alone there are over 120'000 refugees. Only 10% of them are men. The Men are mostly still in South Sudan, trying to save their cattle, fields and property. Women, children and old people have moved to seek security and to ensure survival.
They feel that life in a camp is better than life at home. Says it all.
It was very powerful to be there when Europe was -finally- opening its eyes on the people choosing to move out of their homeland and seeking refuge in a foreign land. It felt as if the Old lady woke up after a huge binge-drinking bender, with a headache and somehow surprised about "What the hell is happening?".

There are an estimate of 60 millions refugees and internally displaced people in the world today, among which 19 millions are refugees and asylum seekers. In 2014-2015 the USA welcomed 121.000 of them,  Russia 274.000 and the entire European Union member states 695.000.
On one side people are debating their hospitality and hosting ability, they are wondering what makes it impossible for the migrants to stay in their homeland. They are fearing for their comfort and respond with hate. They are showing the worst: locked doors, fear, hate, racism etc. True pollution.
On the other hand, some opinions shared publicly are showing compassion, empathy and the best human can give: love and care.  
Anyway.



Ethiopia revealed itself to me by the kindness and hospitality of the people. Without understanding the languages, discovering a society so truly fundamentally different than mine, I felt hosted and welcomed by all. From the coffee ladies, the bar-customers, the social workers or the people sitting and looking whilst I am drawing, I really felt a true interest in being with me.
Very uplifting indeed.
 
I loved being there, experiencing the polychomatic world of diversity, having my soul strengthen, and my comfort shaken. I love feeling the togetherness. It is cool.
 

Nothing much to say. You need to go to Ethiopia to feel for yourself.

 

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what on earth is that

The book is out!
The author, Sarah just got the books in Zimbabwe and it has been on sale online for a couple of weeks now. 
I have seen one in the hand of my parents and family but still have not handled one, That will only happen in 3 weeks, once I am back home. 
In any way, it is available via amazon and reaches your house in a couple of days only!
Enjoy!

"What On Earth Is That?" Is the delightful story of 2 children who find an extraordinary creature while playing and set off on a journey to find out what on earth it could be. It is funny and charming but delivers a powerful message raising awareness and inspiring children of all ages and adults alike to help to protect the most-trafficked but least-known mammal on the planet - the pangolin.

Where to buy the book

Online

• Create Space
• Amazon

Bricks and Mortar

• Folio Bookstore

Incredible Kolkata

Either I have absolutely no sense of imagination, or I am completely, unconsciously and utterly an ad-child, loving and re-wording them when possible.  

Hence the super catchy title for this post.

So, from Kathmandu, I was invited to go to Kolkata, to work with our team in India.

It is great to finally meet up with people in reality, since all of our contacts have been over skype or via email: as good as a video can be. In Kathmandu I got some essential clues about some of my colleagues. For example S. forgot her shoes, the size of my daughter's. I then concluded that she had two small feet and have been wearing shoes. I could not say if she was currently wearing shoes, because I did not know if she had another pair. One cannot google that type of thing. 

Anyway, from Kathmandu to Kolkata. Short plane flight then an immersion in a city of 14 million people. That is as much as Belgium and Luxembourg put together. 

I actually think it could be nice to have a TV show called City swap, and have Kolkata populated with Belgians and Luxembourgers. The latter will be in charge of the rickshaws, and the first ones of everything else. We'll leave the policing to the limburgers and religious duties to the carolos. It could be wonderful. There are great palaces to accommodate the Belgian king and no other european will realize that cars coming from Belgium are driven, on the wrong side of the road, by a West-Bengali . They will curse the license place in the same way. 

Even Kolkata police has umbrellas and rain jackets branded KIP. Its a match!

So two weeks in Kolkata, mainly working, and being caught by the monsoon. Not much life sketches done really.

A tea-shot-glass-pottery. Made for people to have a shot of rich creamy and spicy tea then discard the pot. Really amazing. I saw some guys making these, hundreds a day. I also saw many paper shot cups, Nescafe-branded, probably a couple of cents cheaper and more convenient to carry and store. The first one is like drinking a poem, the second,... in a paper cup: convenient, ugly, blunt and lifeless.

Transport in Kolkata is very unusual. Most of the  cars are Indian-brands: Mahindra, Tata, Ambassador, Maruti etc. they just have a different shape. Some look like other brands, but... different. Same same but different. Very odd.

Then are the legions of public transport vehicles: the ambassador taxis, looking retro and important; the bajaj, or three wheeler taxis, dangerous and obnoxious. Same colour than in Mozambique, the yellow and green tchopelas are everywhere (especially in the Complain section of the local press). Then are the man-motored devices, the rickshaws, bicycle or foot.  They make you feel guilty riding in them. Which is odd. One should really feel guilty driving alone a large engine car, no?

Finally there are the odd cows, rooming in the city. I don't know what they eat. They are just there. No one rides a cow. 

Obviously. 

 

On my last day, I went to visit a group in a slum in Howrah, which is the twin city of Kolkata. Between the two is the Gange river. Nothing special.
But it rained the whole night and previous day. The streets were 30 cm under water, and in the slum, a good 40 to 50 cm. Way above my knee. The car could not go through, so we jumped and hired a bicycle rickshaw to do the last 500m of our journey.
I rolled my trousers up, thanked Bata for my Fillies and met the group. We could not do much because of the rain and the fact that everything was underwater, but I would not have liked to have missed our meeting. I came back drenched with a practical understanding of what Monsoon is all about when you live under a plastic sheet in an informal settlement. Not pleasant.
I have been impressed to see the local Councillor coming with huge pots of food around midday, to feed those that could not cook because of the floods. My colleagues were not that impressed, it was a normal service during the rain.  
 

Raining outside, so I stopped a bit longer at a spice and tea shop.

My family was very concerned about me going to Kolkata. More so than anywhere else I have been to.
They have never been in India. Their image of the city is crafted by books such as Shantaram, La cité de la Joie, or infos coming from the news. So for them Kolkata is Calcutta: a massive chaos with extreme poverty (really extreme), so many people that life does not count: people are dying on the street (if they are not rescued by Mother Theresa's posse) ... I was to go deeper than the heart of darkness, and they were fully getting geared to rescue me before I turned into Kurtz.
I am immensely grateful to know that my family has my back, it is very comforting.
In a certain way, I also kinda had high expectations: years in a catholic school crafted a concept of charity in which mother Theresa is in the top five saint. Which she is. What I mean is that the definition of slums and misery come from what we were reading and watching about Calcutta then. And now, I was going there. 
But they were wrong. It is great to have stereotypes crashing down. Kolkata is a sensational place. A bit crowded (but I've seen more) but so versatile! I was most impressed with what I saw and the people I met. I met people moving from a life on the dump-site to another profession, girls from an informal settlement who are turning into rugby champions, commercial sex workers looking for a better education for their kids, transgender dancers rehearsing, brick kiln workers improving their school,... not the kind of crowd that is invited to Davos, but good people in an unpleasant situation, working their way out.
For sure, poverty is in your face, but you can walk past homeless people in any city without seeing them, or ignore street kids begging. One is not touched the same way by every child, disabled, excluded person. Sometime you see something or someone that will talk straight to your soul, and leave an important impression.
But not always.
If I would always compare what people have, how they live with how I live, I will turn crazy, revolted, uncomfortable. I will only compare, see the differences where there are mostly similarities. It is difficult to really meet someone with a set of standards. In order to share a conversation, one need to start by listening and accepting other realities. Because in the end, we all seek to laugh, learn and feel happy. And that can happen with anybody really.  

Beautiful jewel beetle found crawling out of the mud in a brick kiln. Every year there are millions of people moving to work in that industry. A lot of families with kids. 

 

Most of these pictures are a bit unclear. My printer/ scanner has difficulties moving to Windows 10, so I phone-pic the whole lot.

Beautiful People in Nepal

One of the great thing about my job is that it brings me to places full of extraordinary people. 

In July I got to go to Nepal to work on the child protection response of Goal and its partner, the Umbrella Foundation.

 

Airports and planes are always full of empty moments. Nothing new

Kathmandu in the rain. the signs of the earthquake are obvious everywhere, piles of bricks, bamboos and metal pillars holding cracked buildings. Lots of scars. Many people whose life now has a before and an after moment. Through the rumble and stories, there is the incredible beauty of people's humanity,  the story of their love and care for their family and their community. 

Makeshift camps and plastic tents are spread all over, in luxurious hotel grounds, on the lawn of the palace, on the banks of the river, between houses... and through and through the will to get going, back to normal. 

 

I mainly got to spend time in Nuwakot region, in the hills a couple of hours away from Kathmandu. I was hosted with Umbrella's team there. The team is composed of a dynamic group of youngsters with a fricking enormous vontade to do something and make life after the earthquake as good as possible.
Their job is not easy, they all went through the two shakes, some lost their house, or a family member.
All saw something deep crumble.
Then they stood up. Some of the guys responded immediately, not sleeping or caring for themselves for days, solely focused in helping others.
Now, months after the quake, they are still there. They go to places that are extremely hard to reach, walking for hours and days on mountain slopes, facing the real danger of mountain slides, for the ground moved and the rains are making it even more unstable. They go to remote villages to check on people, the state of the schools, orphans, how people survive... They are the real life souls who, collectively, enable the government's emergency response to reach out everywhere, as quickly as possible and in the best way as possible. Natural disasters today are killing five time less than a hundred years ago, thanks to professional responses, preparedness and the improved possibility we now have to bring assistance and organize support.
These youngsters are employed by Umbrella, to implement the government strategies, paid by a UNICEF fund raised all over the world, and their interventions is similar to the one of hundreds of other volunteers involved in dozen other organizations. Pretty impressive.  
Aside from working in the villages, at household levels, they also set up and support Child Friendly Spaces. CFS are places, tents really, set up in camps or in neighborhoods when normality stops, to offer children activities, possibility to talk, to address protection issues, to get back to a routine...
Child protection organizations have shown all over the world that people, communities and families are really needing CFS or education facilities in places where normality disappeared. They even value it more than health, hygiene and sanitation facilities. School and play-places bring back a sense of normality, a routine that is extremely important. It calms and makes people feel better.
It gives perspectives.
I get to meet the people that are working in creating perpectives when things are bad.
How cool is that? 

 

In a CFS we play, we draw, we talk and learn. Teachers and assistants are caring for the kids every day. Umbrella is assisting them with ideas for activities, and ways to detect when a kid is struggling,  and how to respond to stress or abuse. For that job their team is made of seasoned social workers but also teenagers -some with difficult backgrounds- and... an Irish women! Aideen is a math teacher in Khazakstan who travels by taxi and takes her holidays to train youngsters without families to help kids smiling in camps in Nepal. She is beautiful. Seems that umbrella is successful in gathering inspiring people, working with professionalism and passion. Respect to all the Caroline, Tsewang, RajKumar, and the others. 

Meeting in Kenya

From a quick trip to Kenya in June, for a meeting, not much time to sketch, a couple of plane-faces, beautiful clouds and a quick stop on the side of the road going to Naivasha.