Sunday, 9 March 2014

International Women

For International Women's day, I thought I'd blog again about some of the women I've met here and their stories. This has been my third IWD in Kenya so my third blog on the subject and I continue to be amazed by the stories I hear about the pivotal role many women play in supporting huge extended families.

I find it tough enough looking after my three kids and that's with a very hands on dad, a good income, lots of help and a strong (if distant just now) family network. But our nanny looks after our kids in the day so she can support her own four kids through school and college.

She's also the person her sisters and mum turn to when they need her - she has just taken a 6 hour bus journey to see her mum and find out exactly how she hurt herself in a fall and what treatment she needs because she can't get this over the phone as there is no one who can really understand what the doctor is saying and she needs to speak to them face to face. And she will almost certainly look after her nephews and nieces if anything happens to their parents. That is a very real possibility given the levels of HIV here, very high road traffic mortality, the poor medical coverage beyond Nairobi (and its prohibitive costs) and the lack of basic public health information - I recently gave toothbrushes and paste to a young mum I know who had no idea sugar damaged teeth and had just taken her 5 year old to have a rotten tooth pulled.

The ability to support an extended family in this way relies on having and being able work. And that is very fragile. I heard yesterday from a friend about a young woman who is currently having cancer treatment. She is unmarried but looks after 2 of her nephews and nieces whose parents are dead. Without my friend's support (intervening with doctors and helping with the bills) the cancer treatment would not have started till September, her chances of recovery would have been much reduced and there would be no one else to take on the orphaned children. Of course it isn't just healthcare that
threatens the reliance of so many on one worker. Our imminent departure is hugely stressful for those we employ, particularly the women who will be competing in an already crowded market for domestic staff to find new work. We are doing all we can to help but there are no guarantees. The demographics here, with 70% of people under 40 means that a million new jobs are needed every year to keep unemployment levels static. At the moment the figure for new jobs is only a tenth of that. And I suspect women are not the winners - I hope it isn't as bad for them here as the reports suggest it is in the UK, where the latest House of Commons library research suggests women have been hit four times harder than men by tax and benefit changes.

As I suspected when I blogged on IWD last year, I haven't done very much to support women here. A short email exchange at work highlighted that for me. A friend pinged round her plans for yesterday and the weekend in support of IWD to challenge and inspire others about what they could do. She was attending an event to encourage women in policing, only working on issues to do with women and girls on Friday, doing a walk to support a scheme that promotes strong female role models,
talking to all the women she mentors etc. I'd bought a scarf made by a Somali woman to raise money
for a women's refuge, contributed a lemon cake to a bake sale for the same cause and donated a bag of clothes. And I had lunch plans with two of my favourite women here. I'm not often a lady who lunches but this was in part a goodbye so we made an exception and lunched with giraffe.
ladies who lunch
You are invited to view anne's album. This album has 7 files.
Overall though, it seemed quite a feeble contribution. But at least it was a start and nearly everyone I talked to agreed that there was absolutely no need to be up at 630am on Sunday morning to join the First Lady in a marathon to raise the profile of women's issues here.


Anne

Moshi Monsters

Tim is still really enjoying his running and so 10 days ago we set off in convoy with some friends to drive to Tanzania for the kilimanjaro marathon. Dads were entered for the half marathon and mums and kids were planning to join the 5 km family run. Thanks to worse than usual Friday afternoon traffic (so bad it made the news headlines and was attributed to a trial of new traffic lights in Nairobi) Tim ended up with a car full of kids, leading the way, and I jumped in an adult only car straight from work. It was a very straightforward drive to the border and a pretty easy border crossing albeit with plenty of form filling and passport stamping. A novel experience for our kids who thus far have only driven across European borders. You have to leave your car log book at the check point, to try and reduce trade in stolen cars I think. Our experience of African bureaucracy didn't fill us with huge confidence but it was all fine and the log book was retrieved quickly on our way back through on Sunday.

We stayed in a small walkers' hotel in the foothills of Kilimanjaro, near to Moshi - the town where the run takes place. It reminded Tim and me of places we have stayed in in the Peak District - sparse, old furniture, concrete floors, solid food. But the views were stunning and it was a great place to relax and get ready before the run.



The family run started a bit later than the others so Judy (the other mum) and I set off with the kids about 30 minutes later than the men. 10km from Moshi we found the roads blocked, because of the run, with no alternative route to the start line. We tried to work out a solution with the policeman at the road block (as did the tour guide behind us who had a bus load of Canadians trying to run). But he couldn't help. He just busied himself talking into a radio trying to look important and uninterruptible. I'm pretty sure there was no one at the other end. After a few minutes of this and with no obvious reason why the road should be closed this far out of town we decided we would just drive through - 4x4's have their advantages. The kids were thrilled and ever so slightly anxious. But no chase ensued and we pulled in to the side (with plenty of other vehicles) when we came head to head with the full marathon and its lead runners. Oops.

After that we just waved our running numbers at the 4 or 5 other police stops we came to and in return were just waved through. And we got to the start line with plenty of time and a car full of energised, excited kids. And it was very worth it.





Once again, I mainly walked rather than ran but everyone had fun and were proud to have finished. And even the car breaking down on the way back didn't dampen our enthusiasm. But more of that another day.

Anne