#190 Begrudging Non-Aid Working Expats
Submitted by Dumbo
How one should treat those expats in the private sector troubles many an EAW. You have spent a fair chunk of your life at university, gained numerous degrees and are now putting them to good use before your idealism fades as fast as an African sunset.
So just who are these upstart people!?!? These uneducated (ok, maybe not, just less than you), local-staff-exploiting, money-hungry bastards that seem to move in and out of the EAW circles?
You’ve been there before… At the house party. At Pool Day Sunday. That field cred establishing conversation that you can’t help but have with each new person you meet, somehow falls flat when you run into the mercenary/gold prospector/shady ‘trader’.
Your EAW banter about your recent cluster
f*ck meeting or proposal workshop doesn’t go down well with the guy you’re convinced has diamonds sewn somewhere under his skin. He’s vague about where he’s been, is just ‘doing some business’ and doesn’t seem to be adopting any form of dressing in local fabrics or jewellery made by the Handicapped AIDS Orphan Society.
He is clearly here to make money from the very people you are trying to help, and then he will get the hell out. His idea of charity is to pay someone the smallest denomination of your local worthless currency to scour the city for the last remaining bottles of tonic water lurking in some dusty duka.
You really should hate this guy. While you are out there building capacity, he is building his own personal fortune at the expense of the BOP.
You want to hate him. You should probably hate him.
Your driver is calling you, pestering you. Mr. Private Sector has his own car.
Suddenly, he’s not so bad after all.