Zambia / Congo Village
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I meet an old Peace Corp member in
Most days are spent just sitting around. There not much to do, but let the corn grow. Kids do like to come around and watch the white guy for a couple of hours. Making food takes a few hours, but that woman's only work. Pretty much everything is woman's work here. They have to raise the kids, make food, clean and run the farm. I can't figure out what the men do yet.
One day we went on a nice hike.
The Peace Corp member worked for 6 years to install fish ponds in the area. The ponds are easy to build and easy to keep running. The protein from the fish goes very far to prevent all the malnutrition people. Seems like that was every kid I saw there. Six years after the Peace Corp left, the ponds are gone. Instead the water channels for the ponds are used to grow more corn. This makes up 90% or more of their diet. This isn't just one village.
I hear this story over again. It makes you question the point of aid. People come here and try to make a difference, but it doesn't last. If you come and give someone they didn't have/need it the first place, are they really going to pay to fix it? Later I found a group of aid workers who each had 20+ years of experience in aid/development. They struggle with the same thing. How do you keep it going once the white people leave?
There is nothing wrong with a little aid. But here in