Let’s do something nice. I’ve had a hellofaday. Been abused. By bureaucracy. Mired in reasons not to get on with the top priority. No wonder I worked for myself. It seemed the entire office rained down on me. In the orchard I never found filling in boxes in spreadsheets or incessant mobile phone calls about what? meetings? quarterly reports? actually paid the bills. (They are there to assist, not dictate). Quality apples once they were in the bin did. Same here if I understand: If these small producers don’t deliver on their contracts to sell 60 MT of quality maize to the Food Programme warehouse here in Arusha as soon after harvest as possible then, remember that Technical Review Panel? Will they opt to pull this pilot project? Recall the Food Programme needs to source grain for the hungry and IT DOESN’T REALLY CARE WHERE IT COMES FROM but this little wing, off shoot of THE PROGRAMME does, or is supposed to. Supposed to help small farmers work together to aggregate their product and to market for more money than they are not getting from independent traders who pull up at the farm gate and buy low immediately after harvest when producers are desperate. So where are we? Heading for some light heartedness (soon, let me vent). I think my fellow office workers are far removed from the farmers which is understandable as 90% of the population or more lives as Isack and the goal is to get as far away as possible and NEVER GO BACK. So this made for a bit of a conflict as I, charged with organizing this next trip to work directly with farmers to monitor quality and maize delivery to the warehouses, bump up against people who fill in the spread sheets and hang on their mobiles and maybe want to be the ones to go on the next field trip whether they are best suited for the job or not – no matter, the per diem is huge.
I’ll be ok. It’s Friday and I escaped. Fridays are 1/2 days. I’ll be back Monday to fill in another Travel Authorization and email it off to all the department heads and the heads of offices etc in hopes that in spite of the politics, personalities, money, hierarchy, prestige, status… we’ll get out to the field to work. Farmers need assistance with paper work, grading… it’s not something I really need know about. I’m taking along those who do. I think this is my job.
So. I’ll take a break. I’ve been keeping track of sayings I read off the backs of buses and other such and the like and they make me smile, laugh even. It’s time to pull out my notebooks.