A Year in Gambella, Ethiopia
I don’t usually read the Church Times – it is too depressing – but an ad. in a borrowed copy started it all. Searching to see how much organists were being offered my eye was caught by ETHIOPIA in large type. A clergyman, with experience of managing projects, was required to head up a project in the Southwest of the country and to train the local staff.
It took only seconds for Julia to agree that we should go for it, so I emailed my c.v. to Andrew, the Bishop of Ethiopia. His response was swift and enthusiastic.
We flew to Addis Ababa with one rucksack each to find Andrew, having just been appointed Bishop of Reading, packing. It would be many months before his replacement would be in situ. Could we stay for a year, and would I supervise the clergy? I would be Area Dean, and was told by Andrew’s bishop boss in Cairo: ‘When you speak, I speak’. That was something coming from a prelate described as ‘pharaohic’.
Most of Ethiopia lies on a plateau, and Addis Ababa has a very pleasant climate. The Gambella region – our destination – lies just above sea level and is hot and muggy. It is on the South Sudan bordser and receives refugees from there. Some, including Bishop Mouneer in Cairo, wondered whether, at our very advanced age, we would survive such climate conditions. We did, with the help of long siestas and slightly shorter cold showers.
The project I directed, assisted by Julia, who was able to put to good use her financial wizardry, is based in a compound of buildings that were reaching completion. The library, seating 250, and the office were operational and the priest’s house ready for occupation. We oversaw the completion of the guest house, canteen, training room and chapel, the equipping of the computer room with ten new Dell machines, the planting of hundreds of trees, including mangoes, and bananas (which don’t grow on trees), and the laying down of paths. There were eighteen staff on the payroll.
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In the early days the library was not being much used, but with the school holidays came packs of young people, many to take advantage of the new basketball/volleyball court or to play football. It became obvious that for these youngsters the library needed hands-
The most successful of our projects was health education. Trained workers visited homes and taught families about basic hygiene, encouraging the construction of latrines. The effectiveness of our approach was recognized at a national conference. During the year over 7,000 homes were visited.
With the women’s literacy project there were problems, but before we left we were able to set up a new programme with the help of the Mothers’ Union, Tearfund and some trainers from South Sudan. It is holistic, encouraging groups of women to set up small businesses. The spur to literacy for many of the Nuer women is the ability to read the Bible.
Each day begins with staff prayers, up to a dozen of us reciting Morning Prayer in four languages simultaneously. One of the group would be asked to pray. No one ever refused or was lost for words. That was part of a novel experience for me: to be in a society where most people were committed Christians and not embarrassed to talk about things spiritual, in the market, on the bus, or queuing up at the bank.
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For Julia and me the year was a rich experience. We made many friends - we have since made two return visits to catch up with them - and we like to think that we made a small difference. However, development work is much harder than most people imagine. To make a difference one would have to live for twenty years in a village, demonstrating through example how life can be improved by better water management, better agricultural techniques, and better handling of money.That cannot be undertaken by agencies or governemnts, only by committed individuals.
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Julia and I spent a year in Ethiopia, 2011-
Each week I sent out a newsletter to a number of friends. If you are interested in the development work we were doing near the South Sudan border in steamy lowlands Gambella, whilst overseeing fifty-