New Job

If you’ve been following my posts for the last while, you may know that I’ve taken up a new job. It has been exactly two weeks since I’ve started.

I’m not going to give away specific details about which organization I work with or the partner organizations because I don’t want to censor what I write.

But in general, I like to explain my work as a microfinancing scheme with a twist for small holder farmers. We’re basically a facilitator between a large a bank, a large agriculture commodity trader, and thousands of small scale farmers. Our goal is to help these farmers access financing and market opportunities that they would have never had otherwise. More concretely, we’re trying to try out a loan product that the bank can, ultimately, scale up to many more farmers. We’re trying to promote farming as a business, rather than purely subsistence.

One thing is clear though, we are not your  give-everything-away-for-free-without-any-results kind of NGO that has traditionally worked in these areas. We’re in the suspended space of being between a for-profit company because we charge the farmers for our services and a non-profit because we only charge a certain percentage, never more. Our intent is to be self-sustaining, not to earn crazy profits.

It’s a bit of a complicated scheme and it’s still in pilot phase. Apparently it’s really one of the few pilots of its kind, of its scale in Africa, or maybe the world.

I know alarm bells are probably already ringing in your heads after my brief description. It did for me at first. This is not organic/biodynamic/conservation/good for the soil kind of agriculture. These farmers get access to loans for conventional chemical fertilizers, pesticides etc (but fortunately, non-GMO seed). It’s not a completely not-for-profit. It’s unclear how the farmers’ food security will be affected by becoming more market oriented (it may actually increase if the program is set up correctly). These are important questions that bother me also.

However, I do not see any other way to help a large amount of farmers gain proper access to financial services and market opportunities. It’s actually an amazing opportunity for the farmers; as far as I know, farmers in developing or developed countries rarely get this kind of chance to have two huge companies backing them up in a fair deal (as far as I can tell). Since it’s an interesting pilot, and I was hoping to gain some private sector experience, I decided I would like to become part of the team.

My specific job is to be a local coordinator of sorts for this pilot. Lots of pushing and nagging and team building as I see it. Let’s see how it turns out.


Quick update

Work has been crazy the last week and a half. I haven’t even moved into my new place yet, let alone have enough time to set up anything necessary for life (I didn’t get time to buy shampoo or toothpaste for a week – remind me to never wash my hair with bar soap again). I’ve barely been off work earlier than 10 pm these past days. So not much internet and definitely no time to blog.

This new work is challenging to say the least. It feels like it’s impossible most of the time. Problems just come one after another. No time to sort it out or re-group. I can’t wait until this crazy part of the crop/loan cycle is over so we can have some time to organize ourselves as a new team.

If it doesn’t work out, then I guess we’ll all be out of work when the scheme is shut down by the bank in 5 months. So my work is really a matter of life or death (to me and I guess to my colleagues).

But if I lose hope now, I might as well just pack my bags and go home. So no, I will fight until the bitter end. Then maybe we’ll be proven wrong. Or right. No giving up until crossing the finish line.

On the other hand, Mbale (a town close to Tororo; we’ve been staying here since it’s closer to the places we need to go to) has a great climate. There are beautiful mountains and farms everywhere. It’s really nice being back in more rural areas.

Fun fact: all four districts we work in have a different language. Just learning greetings will take forever! I miss the fact that I can at least speak some Kiswahili everywhere in Tanzania.

I miss my friends in Dar, in Vancouver, and everywhere else in the world. I miss my parents.


Arrived!

I’ve arrived safe and sound, but very tired, to Tororo, Uganda.

Very intense two days – one for sitting in a car for almost 12 hours and the other for long explosive meetings.

I’ve jumped right into the mess of things and I hope my job will turn out well!

More once I really get settled.


Work Day 1: Nairobi

I met important people linked to my upcoming work today. I arrived in Nairobi after a really stressful day of goodbyes, packing, not enough sleep, airports, and getting laughed at by the Kenyan customs officer (for asking if I could get in without a visa because I am technically still a Tanzanian resident – all East African residents don’t need a visa to travel). I got picked up at the airport and went straight to the office to meet various supervisors.

Tired as I am, I’m super excited about my new job. It sounds almost like a research project for a Masters’ thesis. All those field work techniques on how to ask and probe when talking with interviewees are coming back to the forefront of my memory. Basically I’m there to troubleshoot; exactly what I like doing for work – few rules, free reins, holistic systems thinking, but concrete end goals. Especially since the focus is working with small scale farmers so that they can gain stable market access, which is almost exactly what I am interested in exploring for graduate school.

I’m already feeling better about my choice. I can’t wait to arrive in the village-town tomorrow.

Few points to remind myself:

  • Never reveal your age, or how much experience you have to irrelevant people. Just be vague and count your volunteering activities as part of your experiences (you’re not lying, technically!) They will start doubting your ability before you even start.
  • Be a good listener, but give good paraphrases and ask good questions. You’ll seem more intelligent than blabbing off about stuff you don’t know.
  • Don’t bias yourself against the private sector before you even jump in.

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Internships

I was chatting with my replacement intern the other day. Lots of progress for the big stakeholder meeting we’ve been trying to organize since last December. They had made lots of good connections with big organizations, some of which might even be interested in funding our activities. It sounds like lots have happened just in the one week I’ve been gone.

I couldn’t help but feel a bit left out, a bit jealous (?), and a bit unwilling to consciously admit my pettiness. Don’t get me wrong, I love the new intern (as a person and as a colleague) and how things are moving. It’s just that I really wish I could join in the action. This big stakeholder meeting was my biggest goal during my internship; it was the accumulation of everything that we were working towards. Now, I won’t even get to see how it will unfold.

Internship programs are a little bit cruel.

Maybe it’s because in the past, whenever I’ve thrown myself 120% into something, I’ve always guided it to fruition. If not to the very end, I would at least get to see the results of what I had been working on.

To be really truthful, I would have worked for SCI even at half the wage (where I’ll barely scrap by, with no savings and no expat spending – i.e. eating out at ‘expensive’ places, buying stuff from supermarkets etc), just because I felt so involved and was learning so much. At the same time, as my friend said the other day, “You’re not a student anymore; expect your employers to treat you like a proper employee.”

I guess I’ll have to take the first step into proper employment.


It was so hard to say good bye today at my old office. It was such a nice place, with the perfect combination of people.


Moving, again.

I’m moving to eastern Uganda tomorrow for a new job. Very excited. Very nervous. Very sad to be leaving everyone and everything Dar.

I actually had a choice to stay in Dar with an organization that I felt I could learn a lot from. Ultimately, though, I chose to move despite all the contrary feelings because, rationally, this new job sounded more in tune with what I was seeking. I still don’t know if this is the right choice.

No regrets, right?

It was a very confusing few days when I was trying to decide which way of life I wanted. My friends’ disappointed expressions (they didn’t even have to say anything), my parents worries about safety, my own reluctance to start life again, my inner debate about career choices…all contributed to wanting to just run home and rest for a while.

I realised when I was chatting with my friend back home that this really has been the first time ever that I’ve really ‘chosen’ anything. I know I’ve decided to go on a year-long exchange, decided to take this internship, decided to study food security, decided to find a job here to remain in east Africa etc etc. But in reality, all of this was very intuitive; not much ‘decision’ had to be made. There didn’t seem to be any other program than GRS that fitted my personality. I knew I wanted to go abroad during my studies, to participate in a field studies course. I was itching to get out of Vancouver by the time I graduated.  I don’t really have any ties back home (whether in Vancouver or Hong Kong) except for my family and friends to prohibit me from living abroad. There’s no school, no significant other, aging pets (well, one, but she’s healthy with my parents), amazing jobs, magical spells…that demand me to be back. Plus, with my education, I can gain way more experience here (where people with good skill sets are in high demand) than in Canada (where every other person has a degree). For most of my life, it seems like, as scary as it sounds: ‘why would I have done otherwise?’

This choice between staying in Dar and moving to Uganda has really been one of the first significant decisions I have made with my life. I actually called my parents up on their cellphones to ask for suggestions. My parents, knowing me so well, gave excellent advice (which I finally didn’t follow; they still believe and support me – what more can I ask, really?!). I cannot even imagine not having my parents always be there as a guide, a mentor, and a solid rock that anchors me when in turbulence. My parents once wrote me a letter for my 18 (or 20?) birthday – “we will always be that safe habour for you to come back when you need rest.” Tears still come to my eyes whenever I recall reading that.

C’est la vie. By tomorrow, I will be excited about what my new job and new life brings. For now, let me wallow in the comfort of doubt for a few more hours.


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Urban Agriculture In Lusaka, Zambia

My first published paper in a peer-reviewed undergraduate journal: the Canadian Undergraduate Journal of Development Studies, also known as Undercurrent (Fall/Winter 2010, Volume 7, issue 3, p. 36-43)

From Colonialism To Modernism To Postcolonialism: The Case of Urban Agriculture In Lusaka, Zambia

By Tiffany Tong

ABSTRACT – While urban agriculture is garnering much attention as an essential and beneficial practice, there is still strong, sometimes seemingly illogical, resistance to its promotion in cities. Through studying the case of Lusaka, the capital of Zambia, this paper seeks to unravel some of the reasons behind the resistance to enhancing food security through urban agriculture, specifically the Eurocentric notion of a “modern” city. This pervasive modernist belief, which seeks to completely segregate rural and urban, labels urban agriculture as an illegitimate activity. Without directly dispelling the myth of the modern city, promotion of urban agriculture will continue to encounter entrenched ideological barriers that prevent it from fully flourishing.

RÉSUMÉ – Bien que l’agriculture urbaine soit perçue comme une pratique essentielle et bénéfique, il
existe toujours une résistance forte, qui semble parfois illogique. À travers une étude de cas de Lusaka, la capitale de la Zambie, j’explique que la notion euro-centrique de la ville ‘moderne’ est à la base du conflit. Cette croyance moderne, qui vise à ségréger le rural et l’urbain, porte les planificateurs urbains à ignorer l’agriculture urbaine, malgré les indications contraires. Les approches conventionnelles élitistes et technocratiques du planning urbain n’accommodent pas les besoins de la majorité, ce qui oblige les habitants à résister et reformer les villes à leur manière. Sans directement défaire le mythe de la ville moderne, la promotion de l’agriculture urbaine va continuer de faire face à des barrières idéologiques ancrées qui vont retenir son épanouissement.

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