I didn\u2019t know what to expect before I reached Ethiopia. Three days in, it keeps surprising me. It\u2019s a place of stunning beauty. It\u2019s also a place that represents all that is wrong in this world. In 72 hours, it has allowed me to feel selfish elation, in the knowledge that I\u2019m now a tiny part of the effort to right these wrongs. It has also made me despise our western tendencies to ignore these wrongs, something I did subconsciously for a very long time. This little girl changed that forever.<\/p>\n
My eyes stung and I felt the tears creep in as I watched her carry out her chores methodically. I don\u2019t really know why I felt like crying. I still don\u2019t. Part of it, I suspect, is sadness… knowing that her father has worked day in, day out for the past ten years, building his empire and still her bare skin shows through her torn sweater. It could be overwhelming hope, knowing that without Self Help Africa she probably wouldn\u2019t have had a sweater at all. Realistically, it\u2019s a mixture of both, knowing that next week I\u2019ll be back at my comfy desk in my lofty apartment in Boston and she\u2019ll still be smiling cheekily, oblivious to anything but her tough existence.<\/p>\n
She moves grain methodically from the mat at the front of her house as her father tells us that they\u2019re now more than self sufficient, they have a sound existence, he has a great business, that they eat good meals and the children are nourished.<\/p>\n
She moves quickly and out of habit, carefully collecting the dried grains and pouring them into the tin tray being held by her 9 year-old brother who looks nervously from me to her as he tries to avoid eye contact.<\/p>\n
The healthy appearance of these children makes a change from the pasty, malnourished faces of the children we met 24 hours prior to that. They\u2019re not lucky enough to be involved in Self Help Africa\u2019s efforts.<\/p>\n
We came across these children as we visited projects at the beginning of the Self Help Africa program cycle. In an area north of Addis Ababa we witnessed fields which a year ago facilitated the growth of wheat with little value. 12 months later, with training and improved seed and resources, the difference in the quality of crop is undeniable. Two fields on either side of a dirt road illustrates this successfully. The visual comparison between old and new is striking.<\/p>\n
<\/a>We spoke with farmers there who are working with Self Help Africa to ensure that their families eat every day. We met a 23-year-old farmer who, having taken advantage of the improved seed Self Help Africa had to offer, doubled his produce and is now selling his surplus to his neighbor. It\u2019s a far cry from a global enterprise but it\u2019s a step in the right direction.<\/p>\nTwo hours south of Addis Ababa we witnessed Self Help Africa\u2019s work five years on from their inception there. We visited SACCOs where bookkeepers worked with computers. We saw a presentation put together on a laptop and displayed using a projector. We saw evidence of 100% growth of the SACCO within a year. Five years ago these borrowers could barely eat.<\/p>\n
A success story of course but celebration is cut short as children walk past outside in their bare feet. A reminder that such a victory is a small one.<\/p>\n
As I sit at my desk in my hotel room, the sun is setting and I\u2019m lost in the sounds and smells of Butajira. I\u2019m distracted by the sounds of children playing, laughing and singing outside. Stepping out on my balcony, I see a small group of children gathered at a decrepit dwelling below. Their dress is tattered, their faces dirty.<\/p>\n
They chase each other, screaming and shouting joyously, lost in their own world. They\u2019re taking advantage of what they have, not lamenting over what they don\u2019t. This to me is Ethiopia.<\/p>\n<\/div>