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ToonsEAWL: Emphasizing that there is no panacea

May 3, 2013

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#212 Sexploits

May 1, 2013

Submitted by an anonymous aid worker in Lusaka

As we know, EAWs love to gossip.  They also love sex.  But most of all, EAWs love to gossip about each other’s sexploits.  Fortunately for those wishing to indulge in their favourite hobby, there is a steady stream of raw material to fuel the gossip mill.  Barely a week will pass by without a brand-spanking new sexploit being unearthed and circulated in all its gory detail.  Once in possession of a new piece of gossip, the EAW can comfortably discuss it ad nauseum with everyone she or he meets, confident that before the subject becomes tired, a new sexploit will be on the horizon to sate the EAW scene’s omnipresent hunger for scandal.

The grapevine is an important indicator of social standing within the expat world. How quickly you find out the latest juicy titbit is testament to how connected you are to the scene.  When recounting your sexploit to others, be sure to accompany the story with details of how quickly you found out. This ensures that your social standing in the hierarchy is given the requisite credit.  If someone confides a piece of information to which you were already privy, a head-shake and a sigh of “yes, shocking isn’t it?” is appropriate, before letting the person know exactly how much more connected you are: “I heard it at lunch the next day”. This will ensure that your confider is left in no doubt that you are ahead of him or her on the social ladder and will encourage him or her to buy into your confidence with information at the next available opportunity.

The chain of information is also of high import.  You should always endeavour to understand the linking chain of whisperers which led to the gossip reaching your trusted ear.  The shorter the chain is to the horse’s mouth the more reliable the information is (note: this is of minor relevance), and the closer you are to the epicentre of the gossip mill.  Being “in the know” is a sought-after position of power.  Your ability to find out things quickly means that others will want to be part of your trusted inner circle, and their best means of buying into this is by sharing gossip with you in the hopes of reciprocation.  Cleverly managed, this can result in you ascending through the hierarchy apace.  Climbing up the greasy gossip pole, however, is a finely-balanced exercise.  One cannot gain a reputation as a “gossip” as this will diminish some of your access among the more cautious EAWs.  Your strategy should be to cultivate an impression of being a very discreet, yet highly plugged-in, person.  Think Varys in Game of Thrones.

Trading gossip is the main means of gaining currency in the sexploit market.  Higher credit is earned if the dishing onwards is presented as if you are reluctantly divulging to a trusted confidante. Emphasize the exclusivity by saying things like: “you are the first / only person I’ve told”.  You may wish to attempt to protect your position as a source of the gossip by swearing others to secrecy first (“I’ll only tell you this if you don’t say you heard it from me”).  This is a wise precaution to take to avoid being tarred as a gossip, but of course be mindful that this strategy will only mitigate, not completely vitiate, others becoming aware of your position in the chain.  When coming into possession of details of a sexploit which you wish to circulate as widely as possible, tell one person.  That will ensure that everyone knows by 2pm the following Friday.

Top tip: create a spider diagram with names and connecting lines to indicate hook-ups.  This will help you navigate the perilous world of the sexploit / gossip market.  It will also be a handy go-to reference tool in the event of a STI breakout.

ToonsEAWL: Theories of Change

April 26, 2013

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#17 Links Expat Aid Workers Like

April 23, 2013

It’s been a while since we did a “LEAWL” but a couple of film suggestions this week spurred a rebirth….

Check out this music video parody of “American Boy” done by the student comedy group “SIPA Follies” from the Columbia University School of International and Public Affairs (SIPA) in New York City. (Submitted by A Fine Young Economist)

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And look out for The Ambassador, a film by the Danish film maker Mads Brügger (Submitted by Tobias in Vienna)

Preview

ToonsEAWL: Bitching about Thatcher (or “Maggie”)

April 10, 2013

Thatcher

#211 Treating locals as peers

April 8, 2013

Submitted by Ems, who tweet at @emmasalor and blogs at On Foreign Ground.

maidExpat Aid Workers always have the utmost respect for the natives of the country they are in. EAWs understand them. EAWs know what they have been through, and more importantly, EAWs always know what they need. EAWs are more than happy to listen to the locals’ opinions and “give them a voice.” Well, that is until they disagree with what EAWs know about them already, based on experience and/or evidence (eg., survey data or input from a key informant such as a local taxi driver). Sometimes, the locals just don’t know themselves, and need to be told. Luckily, the EAWs are there to provide this service.

EAWs also treat the locals as peers and equals – until the maid is late. That is just unprofessional, even if her son got sick and she had to find someone to watch him when she is working for the EAW, cleaning homes and cooking for 10 hours a day, 6-7 days a week, for which the EAWs pay her around $3/day. That’s the local going rate for domestic help (according to other expats), and besides – it’s still over the international poverty line! EAWs also love their drivers, or “fixers”, and will tell everyone how great their driver is, how the EAW knows everything about his life, his family and his past. In fact, the driver just invited the EAW to dinner, because that is how close the EAW is with his/her driver! EAWs love to tell friends back home how wonderful the locals are – they are so inspiring, so committed to making their lives better, so imaginative and creative, so strong and brave! The EAW is so lucky to have met them, and their presence has changed the EAW forever and inspired the EAW to be a better person.

However, when the EAWs are amongst each other and sharing experiences and thoughts over a few beers, suddenly the locals aren’t so brave and inspiring any more. Now they have become lazy moochers. They are also unreliable – you just can’t trust them. They always try to get something out of you. They are so backwards, so uneducated, so patriarchal, and they really don’t want to help themselves, just expect to get everything for free. The maid keeps asking for time off, the driver honks his horn too much and his driving style is actually really annoying and erratic, the cook just can’t figure out how to make proper pasta al dente and the delivery guys in the restaurant around the corner keep getting the order wrong – because they just do not speak proper English! And talk about the locals’ sense of time – they are always late! Always! It is just so disrespectful towards the EAW – after all, the EAW’s schedule is very packed with important things like coming up with programs that promote participation, building up the capacity of the support staff and visiting villages to get some new material for the Facebook albums.  Seriously, locals – can’t you just get a watch that runs on Western time – after all, hellooo, that is what the civilized world goes by.

It is hard being an EAW. All the locals are always asking for something, they always have an angle, and all the EAW wants to do is help! After all, the EAWs are there because they know what the locals need, and they know what is the best approach for empowering them and supporting their participation and promoting social inclusion and equality and freedom and rights and all the rest. The EAWs are experts in all of this, and still the locals have the nerve to question the EAWs approach and methods and priorities. Sometimes, the EAW just wants to shout off the top of his or her lungs: “I AM HERE TO EMPOWER YOU!! WHY CAN’T YOU JUST BE EMPOWERED ALREADY!”

Locals. Sometimes they are just so ungrateful.

#210 Poker

March 29, 2013

Submitted by Laurence Cameron

poker nightOnce a week, a group of EAWs will assemble at someone’s guesthouse or compound to take part in a ritual that has become, for many, an almost spiritual substitute for religion.

With its often bizarre assortment of characters and potential to gain huge levels of street cred (not to mention cash of often varying denominations, sorry chaps, I hope Swedish Kroner and Philippine Peso will do)  the weekly poker night is an important staple in many an EAW’s social calendar.

It’s the perfect place to sit in a fog of cigar and cigarette smoke, share a fresh bottle of imported whisky, and win or lose the equivalent monthly salary of your local driver in 3 minutes.

Although money is a definite draw, it is unlikely that any inexperienced players will walk away with much at the end of the night thanks to a committed central cabal of players, who have inevitably been ‘in country’ longer than most and effectively earn a second income from baffling younger, more inexperienced players with the intricacies of the game.

The players will be predominantly male, although it’s not unknown for a young femme fatale to turn up and hustle the old guard, perhaps by distracting them from play with her other assets. The older players will grin to themselves at the arrival of a pretty new face ripe for the picking, only to find themselves despondent and broke at the end of the night.

A big win at poker will often leave the EAW with a swagger in their step for the rest of the week, and the benefits can often be felt by others. A crisp new dollar bill for the cute little street kid selling scarves, an extra large tip for the waiter. Inversely, a big loss will induce a miserly effect, and the EAW will be sure to count every penny and avoid unnecessary purchases.

Spending winnings is also something that comes naturally to EAWs, after all, they spend most of their time spending other people’s money in benevolent ways, so if anyone knows how to splash some extra cash it should be them.

The thrill that comes with gambling is heightened by the surroundings, bonus points for a war zone, which helps EAWs get over any stigmas involved. After all, by being in such a dangerous place an EAW is already ‘gambling’ with his life, why not take it the next step?

At the end of the night, players will divvy up the cash and say their goodbyes. Win or lose, there’s always the potential to do better next week, and maybe, just maybe, that cutie sitting across the table and giving you ‘the eye’ will return.

You could certainly do with getting your $200 back from her.

#209 Having better participation than you

March 25, 2013

Photo: worldbank.org

submitted by Matthew Greenall who tweets here: @mngreenall and blogs here: Epidreamiology

It’s aid-school 101.  They’re not beneficiaries, they are partners.  Actors in their own development.  Nothing will happen if they aren’t fully involved.  Communities know best.

While the casual observer may think that the battle for the heart and soul of aid is between the randomistas and the, erm, other ones, aid workers know that the real bun fight is over the fact that their participation is better than everyone else’s.  Everyone else is imposing their aims. Or if they aren’t doing that, they’re just raising awareness. They’re merely consulting. They’re facipulating.  They’re poor-washing, by decorating head office with huge high-res pictures of an empowered-looking programme participant.  They’re extracting information that will get written up into a tidy peer-reviewed article that the cattle-herder in rural Amhara really deserved to be a named author on too.  Their version of putting the community in the driver’s seat is to talk to servers they bump into in the hotel; to claim “I always talk to the taxi drivers. You’d be amazed what you can pick up from taxi drivers about what’s  really going on in the country.”

You on the other hand, you always put the community in charge. You always let them spend the money on exactly what they wanted to spend it on.  You accepted their account of what they did, and asked for no more. You definitely never spent hours begging them to throw you a bone, you know, some lessons learned or a photograph or something. You involved them in the governance of your international NGO. They took to logframes and spreadsheets and sequentially numbering receipts like a duck takes to water. Your donors always understood, and positively encouraged your approach, even though you gave them stories but not the numbers of people reached by the alchemy of the multiplier effect.

In fact you’ve become so good at this that, over time, you’ve gained a pretty good sense of what people are going to say.  Slowly but surely you realise that you can anticipate what you are going to hear. That’s great – shortcuts. Efficiency! You can replicate stuff much more quickly, fairly safe in the knowledge that you’re hitting the mark. Of course, you keep yourself up to date by doing the odd transect walk and diploma ceremony, but you’re also awfully busy trying to convince the new donors about the importance of participation.  And how your participation is better than everyone else’s.

#208 Hanging with people from the same chronology

March 13, 2013

Submitted by Brian Harding who blogs a little bit at ANairobic Inspiration

You are a few weeks into your new duty station and you have made a few friends. These friends will be your friends for the rest of their time in the duty station. This is because EAWs don’t like to mix up chronologies.

If you arrived in June 2010 in your new war-torn country, then your friends will principally include those people from plus or minus three months of your arrival. These are your friends. You will most likely not hang out with people who arrived in 2008. They have their own friends that arrived then.

There is only one way to get access to people in different chronologies. This is simply if you are vouched for. It could happen that you got to strike up a conversation at the cluster meeting or the house party and you did not make a complete fool of yourself. Like the young kid who joins the older guys, Red, Andy Dufrain, Floyd and Ernie at the dining table in Shawshank Prison, fundamentally, you better have something to offer fast. (Do remember he ended up dead and the other guys ended up at the beach.).

Making a complete fool of yourself is easy however. If you do not know the name of the president, his party (it’s generally a man), what FGM stands for, the local name for transport (e.g matatu), have some local words, the location of anything, the head of such and such an agency etc or if you make the mistake of possessing any degree of idealism, you’re doomed. The list of potential errors is long and not clearly defined and if you mess up, you are out, before you even have a chance.

An important part of being new and meeting people from outside your chronology (even if you have made a complete fool of yourself) is to say that you are staying a long time. “I have a 90 day contract but I’m planning on staying for 2 years”. This is appreciated by all EAWs and some day you will appreciate hearing it too.

If you do meet people from earlier chronologies, you will find that indeed many of their friends are from around the same time that they arrived but initially they didn’t like all of the people in their group. “when I first met him, I thought s/he was a complete [alcoholic, womanizer, A-hole, etc] and didn’t want to be near him, but then we ended up on a weekend away and now s/he is like one of my best friends”. Yes, “like one of my best friends” …..but certainly not my best friend.

EAWs learn fast that first impressions count for nothing when your friends from the duty station begin to leave. It’s always better to hang out with people who you don’t like but are from the same chronology than with the newbies.

#207 Zombies… *Aid* Zombies

March 1, 2013

Disclaimer: Originally posted  here.

J.’s got some new thing going. Humanitarian Fiction (#humfiction) and something called “Evil Genius Publishing.”

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Okay, so with the exception of (of course) Stuff Expat Aid Workers Like, and possibly one or two others, the aid blogosphere has been painfully slow of late. We don’t know why, exactly, but there’s just not much going on.

Time to MIX. IT. UP.

It’s time for a writing contest.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it: Humanitarian Zombie Fiction.

“IS THIS THE WASH CLUSTER..?”

Spend the weekend cranking out your best humanitarian aid zombie fiction and then send it to me:

Will Mike and Rupert be able to distribute all the NFIs and make it back to the warehouse before they’re overrun by zombies?

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As Ashley sits alone at the expat bar she can’t help but notice that the air outside has grown suddenly quiet… 

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“NO!” Tristan shouted. ”KEEP THEM BACK!”

The battery icon on his small laptop computer was flashing red, and the wifi signal icon showed only one bar. “I have to get the SF424 submitted before the mission office in Maputo closes… have to submit the SF424…”

Tristan heard his own voice repeating, now, as if out of body. He looked over at Steve barricading the door, the shrieking outside intensifying with every passing second. “I only need two minutes…”

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Raoul’s head felt like it was splitting apart. He couldn’t remember where he was. Kuching? La Paz? 

All he knew was that the proposal had to go into DFID by 11:00 AM. He glanced at his watch. Only three hours…

At that moment he became acutely aware of the craving. For… brains

Right. You get the picture.

So give it your best shot. 500 – 50,000 words. Aid workers. Impossible deadlines. Romance. Mayhem. Above all, Zombies.

Then either:

– Post it on your aid blog or Facebook page or Google+ and add the link to the comments thread below this post.

– send it to J. via his Evil Genius address (evilgenius.main@gmail…).

No deadline.