07/09/2017
Greetings from Africa. Today Amadou, my young client, entrepreneur from Bobo-Dioulasso and i discussed the possibilities of establishing contact between his training company and Dutch companies. Considering the situation here, it is clear that this won't be easy. And tomorrow the 5 day seminar on project management will start, which is the reason i have travelled for PUM senior experts to this Southern city in Burkina Faso. Lots of young people that i meet here are, like Amadou, ready to do whatever is necessary to bring progress to their compatriots by providing training programs and launching small scale start-ups to offer scores of fully qualified young professionals a chance to show what they can do.
They don't want to join the stream of desperates who travel North and risk their lives on their way to Lybia and the Mediterranean in search of a decent job and income in Europe. They want to build the future of their country. The European Union should subsidize their efforts to bring about change where they are, instead of paying billions to Lybian militias and allow thousands to die in the process. Providing small loans for these local initiatives could gradually create a groundswell that eventually could take on the endemic corruption in the governments.
I promised Amadou this morning that i would search for assistance once back in Holland. He promised to learn English, French being the lingua franca in all of West Africa, so that he can make himself understood when the opportunity for a link arrises. Such a mistake that PUM, the senior expert volunteer organization i work for, has decided to halt it's programs in this country, one of the poorest in the world, at a time when the North-South scales are about to topple. I long to see the day when immigrants from these parts will be offered money to come and fill the vacancies that our European labour market will no longer be able to.
It's rainy season in Bobo. Below my window, on the ground under the mango tree downstairs, the guard of the small hotel i am staying at, is busy sheltering his charcoal burner from the first drops. He smiles when he sees me looking down and offers - as he does to everyone passing by - a small glass of green tea, insanely sweetened with at least 5 sugar cubes. I thank him and, given the recent sensitivity of my stomach, decline the offer gracefully.