Tuesday 10 June 2014

Not all Ugandans are...


All Ugandans are…….   All the Bakhongo (our local tribe) are…..   All politicians are …..

In three years of living and working in Uganda I’ve heard these three sentences  many times and with many different endings, including (in no particular order):  good humoured, lazy, good singers and dancers, very devout, never in their office, sexist, short, dishonest,  hospitable, homophobic, tough, hard-working, corrupt, generous, big eaters, always late etc.

Stereotypes of Ugandans are generally as inaccurate as those that all British people are stiff-upper-lipped toffs obsessed with the weather, or the growing opposite stereotype that Brits are promiscuous,  Godless, rude and often drunk.  When we look at the extreme examples we all recognise that stereotypes are not only inaccurate, but also often hurtful or even dangerous.  Yet in Kasese there is one stereotype I hear variations of repeated all the time, which is about government:  “these people are all dishonest”.  “These people have big words but empty hands”.   “They are lizards” (ie they nod the head vigorously but then do nothing). “These people only care about us when they need our votes” and sometimes just “These people…EH!”  followed by a tut and shake of the head.

Over the last 9 months I’ve had the opportunity to dig beneath the surface of some of these attitudes as we’ve been seeking some form of government support for the skills training project in Acholi Quarters, following the completion of the initial 2 year funding from BMS World Mission. 

In August 2013 the New Vision newspaper provided much fanfare to the announcement of  President Museveni’s new 265Bn Shilling Youth Livelihoods Programme.   This fund was targeted at projects which helped Uganda’s many young and unemployed (half of Uganda’s population are under 25, and most lack jobs) to be trained and equipped to start businesses and enter the labour force.  Perfect.   Except no-one could tell us any details.   Not the websites of the Ugandan Parliament, which ratified the fund in September.  Not our local MP who had voted for it in parliament, not the website of the Ministry of Gender, Labour & Social Development which would administer it, - nor any of their Commissioners, who didn’t answer their emails.  We were referred to District Government in Rukoki, a few miles from Kasese town, but neither the Chief Administrative Officer, (CAO) nor the Community Development Officer (CDO) there could provide the exact details of how to apply for this fund, other than to tell us that it was designed for projects such as ours that provided skills to youth, and that we might apply for up to 25Mn Shs (£6,200).  They also referred me to the CDO for Kasese Municipal Government (in Kasese town), a lovely and helpful lady, but she couldn’t answer  our questions either.  These enquiries dragged for months, during which we completed all the official registration processes for Kasese Baptist Association of Churches – Development Committee (KBAC-DC) to become an official Community Based Organisation  (CBO   which is like an NGO, but only operates in one district, and requires slightly less paperwork!)   As we planned the final graduation ceremony for our skills training project, in early December, we deliberately invited as many senior local government officials as we could.   The Mayor of Kasese Municipality officiated at the graduation where he publicly promised to support us in the future.  Early in the new year we went to see him and he finally explained to us that the Youth Livelihood Programme was in fact a programme of revolving loans, not grants, and therefore of no use to us at all.  He told us however, about a different fund from the Office of the Prime Minister (OPM) known as the Luwero-Rwenzori Development Programme (LRDP), which was created to fund projects which benefit youth employment in those two regions which were worst affected by the Ugandan bush wars of the 1980s, following the ousting of Idi Amin in 1979.  We had two days from the Mayor informing us of the existence of this fund to complete a proposal for the 2014/2015 financial year, which we did, applying for 21Million Ugandan Shillings (£5,000).  The following week, Pr Alfonse was hauled into the Mayor’s office to answer questions about the project and to be informed that the budget had to be re-written as LRDP wouldn’t pay any staff wages or food costs, but only for capital and material costs.  We did this and re-submitted a material budget for 12M Shs.  The Kasese Municipality CDO assured us that this proposal would have the full backing of local government as they liked our project and had seen that we “are serious” – a great compliment here in Uganda.  An answer was expected by late February.

Once February had been and gone, I started visiting various local govt offices every fortnight to see if any decisions had yet been made.  At the end of April we were summoned to the office of the District Planner in Rukoki.  When he turned up the District Planner was a smart and helpful young man who explained that he was delighted to inform us that LRDP wanted to help our tailoring project and would provide us with between 5 and 10 pedal sewing machines, at a public ceremony to be held soon.   We thanked him profusely before politely enquiring as to why govt was offering us sewing machines but not any money to fund the running costs of our skills training project – of which the largest are vitenge (local waxedcloth) for tailoring, and timber for carpentry.  He explained that there was great concern about corruption and that previous govt funded projects had received cash which had gone missing and therefore that LRDP would only provide capital items, procured by themselves.  LRDP had already purchased some sewing machines for the 2013/14 financial year for which we would be eligible.  Pedal sewing machines in particular are very popular here and we didn’t have enough (our partnership with Tools With A Mission has mostly provided hand sewing machines).  However, I suggested to the District Planner that if they gave us machines but no cash there was a risk that the machines wouldn’t end up being used as intended if there was no budget to pay for a teacher or other materials.  He acknowledged this and encouraged us to apply for support from the Community Driven Development Fund (CDD), which, he assured us, did award cash.  CDD is administered by Municipal Govt so we drove back to Kasese to the CDO’s office.  The ever friendly CDO there explained to us all the criteria for CDD funding applications up to 5M Shs.  We discussed the various items on our budget that would equate to 5M Shs before she explained that CDD didn’t actually offer cash but could only buy capital items up to 5M Shs in value.  We explained that the only capital items we needed were sewing machines, which LRDP would provide, but that what we really needed was timber and vitenge.  “Ah” she replied.  “Govt can only purchase items which can be inspected a year later (such as sewing machines).  Anything that would get used up (eg timber, cloth etc) is not allowed, because otherwise how can we see that you haven’t eaten it?.   Anyway, if you’re receiving support from LRDP then you can’t also apply to CDD!”  She then explained to us that govt rules prohibit any one organisation from benefitting from two different funds at the same time, which makes sense, but once again contradicted what other officials had told us.

Isaiah and I had a discussion over some figures and concluded that without external support it would be impossible to continue carpentry training.  The cost of timber, plus varnish, glue, nails etc makes carpentry training cost more than twice as much per head as tailoring training.  We would use the extra sewing machines to put on a bigger class of tailors.  More students would enable us to collect more student contributions towards the costs of staff wages, materials, food & fuel, with the balance coming from the remaining 5M Shs from the original BMS funding, which BMS have generously allowed us to roll forward.  Having made a plan, we now had to wait for the handover ceremony.  As there was no news, I made a point of phoning the District Planner once a week to enquire after the exact number of sewing machines and the date of the handover.  At the end of May, Isaiah received a confusing call to say that there was political interference from the local MP and that the machines were being re-allocated.  We were summoned to Rukoki to re-plead our case for the worthiness of our project.  The verdict was, yes we would still get support from LRDP, but only 3 pedal sewing machines not the promised 5 – 10, and still no date for the ceremony.  We would be eligible to apply again for more machines (but still no cash) for the following financial year.

One night at 11pm Isaiah got a phone call saying that we should be at the Municipal Headquarters the following day at 2pm for a handover ceremony.  We gathered at 2pm round the rows of plastic chairs and young men fiddling with loudspeakers which are the hallmark of any public function.  At 2.30pm a Municipal dump truck turned up piled high with pedal sewing machines which were flung down to the workers below, mostly surviving intact.  By 3pm there were about 50 sewing machines in a row and about 40 people patiently sitting on chairs, trying to find some shade and waiting for something to happen.  The “Big men” appeared in pick-up trucks with armed escorts and announced that there weren’t enough people present for them to hold the handing out ceremony.  Nonetheless they proceeded to deliver speeches about how govt aid is too often misused and that too many people complain that govt never does anything for them, especially in Kasese which had elected an opposition woman MP in summer 2012 (despite clouds of tear gas and rubber bullets to try and persuade them otherwise), which is why more people needed to be present to see this government’s generosity to the people of Kasese.  We were instructed to all return at 8.30am the following day with larger crowds of members and supporters.  Before we left, the govt’s MP for Kasese Municipality read out his revised list of beneficiaries, publicly chiding local officials for having previously used any other lists.  The MP’s new list had a significant number of individuals on it, as well as various civil society groups, such as ours.  As we left at about 4pm I sought out a friendly official who rolled his eyes at how “this has all become politics”, and clarified that we should aim to bring 10 people the next day.  Isaiah and I spent the rest of the afternoon driving around Acholi Quarter and other parts of Kasese town mobilising some of our former graduates and our teaching staff.

The following day we kept our word and were there at 8.30 with a dozen project staff or graduates, plus Bethan and Jonah to bulk out the numbers further!  An hour and a half passed and the numbers were beginning to grow, but then it started to rain heavily and some people dispersed.  The ceremony eventually started at about 10.45 with more speeches extolling the generosity and leadership of the President, the national government and Kasese’s local government, and reminding people, that votes for the opposition are wasted votes, because “NRM is in power, and people should accept that fact.”  The names were all read out again at which each beneficiary/group had to stand up.  At this point my neighbour explained to me who the individuals were – Local Counsellors and campaign staff for the MP.  There was a big photo taken with the dignitaries and all the beneficiaries gathered around an array of sewing machines.  Then we all sat down again and each beneficiary was called forward in order to collect their machine(s) and then load them onto the car, pick-up, motorbike or bicycle which they had come with to carry them.  It quickly became apparent that those at the bottom of the list risked getting the machines which had been damaged in transit, so very soon everyone was on their feet herding their sewing machines on to their various forms of transport and signing the contracts with LRDP which guarantee they will be used for their intended purposes.

I realise this is a long story and you may be wondering at the point of it.  It comes down to trust, or the lack of it, within Uganda’s political system.  It is not for me to allege widespread corruption, my limited experience is that the majority of the local government officials I’ve had direct dealings with are trying their best in difficult circumstances.  No-one likes delivering bad news, so sometimes expectations are mismanaged, but most local officials are glad to see organisations on the ground providing needed services and want  to support them.  However, they are hamstrung by the corrosive effects of corruption in other offices or in past times.  Transparency International ranks Uganda 140th out 0f 177 countries in its Corruption Perception Index (Denmark is first, Somalia is last).  Any Ugandan newspaper on any day will tell you about allegations of corruption by officials at local or national level.  Today’s “Daily Monitor” headline says the President has decreed that Army Officers will oversee all agricultural projects administered by NAADS ( a large govt agricultural department), because “NAADS people have eaten enough money.”   Yet the army, although undoubtedly loyal to the President, also have a shady record with regard to alleged illicit sales of fuel and rations provided by donor nations for missions in Somalia.  

Those who are honest, and I believe that the majority are, have to work extra hard to prove their innocence in a culture of assumed guilt.  This lack of trust works both ways.  Because the people don’t trust their leaders their leaders have to go to great efforts, some more legitimate than others, to make them vote, as many people have become cynical.  Because leaders don’t trust the people, or their subordinates in lower levels of government, they create more and more rules and procedures to govern the distribution of govt funds.  These rules are supposed to prevent corruption by providing physical accountability, by ensuring that multiple signatories are required for anything and by requiring any groups that seek government support to jump through ever increasing bureaucratic hoops to prove their legitimacy.  The people who find it hardest to fulfil all these requirements are often those with the most needs, such as the illiterate flood-ravaged farmers in Congo Quarter, whom I’ve also been registering for govt support through NAADS.  Yet, as an official admitted to me, if the rules say govt can provide a tractor, generator or a sewing machine, which can be physically checked a year later, but don’t allow any funding to provide for instruction, maintenance or fuel/spare parts, it is highly likely that within a few years the item bought may no longer be in use, or even usable.  Furthermore, if an MP can still over-ride decisions made by local government, and award govt resources to his own supporters, then the system is probably still not water-tight.

This is not a time for other nations to think we are above such concerns.  As voter turnout continues to plummet in the countries which first established democratic systems and then exported them all over the globe, and as scandals such as the UK’s MPs or MEPs expenses continue to make headlines, we should all be aware of the damage caused by corroding trust between the people who make decisions and the people on whose behalf those decisions are supposed to be made.

We are grateful for the sewing machines we have received from LRDP and will work our hardest to ensure that they are used to best effect in impacting youth unemployment in Kasese.  We can only pray that others do the same.



 

Tuesday: My warm and fuzzy day - By Bethan

I am feeling very warm and fuzzy today.  Not because today was unlike any other Tuesday during term-time but because I love my work and I am so proud and happy to be doing it.
I go each Tuesday morning to Rukoki Model Primary Boarding and Day School (henceforth known as simply 'Rukoki') and run music therapy sessions (also referred to as Creative Teaching sessions as we do more curriculum teaching than a therapist would usually do).  I go with a wonderful and inspiring lady called Moreen as I am training her up in the work of special needs music therapy and teaching assistant work.  True, a year ago I was not overwhelmed by Moreen's ability to seem as if she hasn't understood a word I have said in the last half hour and to reply with a very blank and questioning 'yes?' (local meaning: 'what on earth have you just said?') but now Moreen has blossomed beyond recognition and she plans groups, writes up sessions and leads the children so well whilst also being a third of the Jambo cafĂ© co-operative working 2-3 days a week there from 8am til 7pm and looking after her 4 month baby (with the help of her cousin-sister, another fantastic young lady starting her own salon and looking after Raymond to help Moreen!)

Moreen is great, but so are the children I work with.  Let's see:  There is A who may have global delay and spends most of the session trying to wheel the large wheelbarrow and ride the oversized adult bike around the classroom (why is there a wheel barrow and large bike in the classroom?  I do not know but I have lost the need to ask!)  We keep bringing him back 'on task' during which time he sings with gusto and beats the drum like there's no tomorrow!  He can come for cuddles or leave them whenever and is a lovely boy and somehow his attention lapses are so sweet and innocent that they don't make me mad.  Then there is H who has Down syndrome, but I don't think any of his teachers know what that is.  I couldn't stand him to begin with, truth be told, because he just came over to me and repeated the word "mzungu" to my face about a hundred times and yelled it through the window as we were doing other sessions!  However, once I had told him my name was Muhindo (local name far easier to work with than Bethan!) he began to relent a bit on the mzungu name-calling and comes over to help me with my bags as I arrive at school.  He dances with such gusto in the dress that I bring for a dressing-up/dancing/passing/turn-taking game and always tries to do the work we set him, sucking the end of his pencil as he tries to form his wiggly line into something resembling a letter s!  Our little star, F, is a girl who is actually quite bright and begs for homework each week from us!  She works hard at her sums and can write and read a little in English.  She speaks very slowly in Lukonzo as she seems to have cerebral palsy (no one is diagnosed officially here so she is 'labelled' by the school as "mentally impaired" and that's that) but she is so friendly and welcoming, picking up all the English songs singing with great difficulty songs such as "five little monkeys jumping on the bed"!
Then there's the group for the deaf students.  Oh my word, a greater bunch of students you could not hope to find!  There are up to 12 in the group, ranging in age from about 7 to 23 but they gel together in a way that I think hearing people wouldn't.  There are a few children who have just joined the school and are learning sign language quickly because the older ones are determined that they need to learn in order to get on in life.  They patiently (but not always with good grace!) repeat signs over and over until the youngest and newest boy has got it and they gives him a good old clip round the ear when he isn't paying attention!
I love it and I thank God for bringing me into the lives of these children.  And if you all think I'm being over the top and twee, remember, I do this once per week and the rest of the time I'm with my two little horrors!  Work is a break!  ;)