Last week, I caught an episode House Hunters International, a
US-based show where they help expatriates find housing in a new city and country.
An American woman was moving to Gaborone, Botswana, to train flight attendants.
In a few sound bites, the show made it her sound like she was a martyr for
moving Africa and helping lowly African women achieve their flight attendant
dreams.
I get it. It’s reality TV. They’re going to be a little
heavy-handed in finding an ‘angle’. But really? Training flight attendants in Africa
is a self-less act? One wouldn’t move to the United States to work in human
resources and be hailed a savior. That’s just …weird. Sometimes a job is just a
job.
Yes, even in Africa.
If there’s one thing I wish more Americans (and American
television) could come to know and express, it is this: Africa is many places,
just like home. It has jobs and cars and malls and fashion shows and people
with dreams and hopes and careers and (sometimes) internet connections. Painting
it as only a place of depravity and famine that needs “help” does both
geographies a disservice.
It’s the same thing with development.
A while ago, I was
complaining to my partner about a tough day at my job, when he interjected: “Yeah,
but at the end of the day, don’t you feel like you’re Doing Good?” he asked.
“It’s not like you’re pushing paper for a big insurance company or sub-prime
mortgage lender.”
Sure, I say, but it’s all about the spin. Big picture – yes, I help farmers get
irrigation sites that work, slaughterhouses that aren’t gross, goats to rear
and sell. But if that’s true, then selling insurance is about providing safety
in an unsure world, and being a mortgage lender puts more people in homes.
Although I appreciated his take, just because I work in development make
paperwork any more fun.
I’m proud of my career, and what my company is trying to
accomplish. I’m lucky to be in Africa where I can, at times, physically see the
fruits of my paperwork labor helping someone else. But let’s not overstate the
impact. At the end of the day – it is still a job. I'm no saint.
And that lady
who moved to Gaberone, who eventually settled into a three-bedroom apartment
for $700 ($700!) isn’t either.*photo courtesy of shutterstock.com*
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