Tour de Suisse Mai-Juli 2020

Wir hatten die Möglichkeit, mit Nora alle Kantonshauptstädte der Schweiz zu besuchen. Wir starteten mitte Mai, als die Restaurants wieder öffneten und haben am 6. Juli Sion besucht – unser 26. Kantonshauptort. Ich kann die Tour nur empfehlen, man lernt viel und sieht viel interessantes!

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We are in the midst of a national emergency and no one is talking about it

The title to this article is actually not fully correct. Every now and then, especially around the elections in March 2018, I would hear people in the streets, in the taxis and kekes complain. They would complain about the fact that life for the ‘small borbor’, the common man and woman, has become harder, while the rich become richer.

Based on the Global Rich List, I am definitely among the top 10% richest people on this globe. That also makes me more blind and deaf to those claims, as it is not my experience the people on the streets are sharing. I listen, keenly, and try to live in a way to mitigate some of these effects, both with the way I deal with my personal finances and my professional life. I try to give generously, my friends and I provide unconditional cash transfers to a community school in the East of Sierra Leone and I focus my work on providing the evidence needed to solve problems in the health sector with local, sustainable solutions.

However, being a numbers person, reality really only hits me when I see statistics. Numbers can tell me whole stories.

And I heard such a story scream at me, when I read the report from the Sierra Leone Integrated Household Survey (SLIHS) 2018, which was just released. The overall headlines already are not great – food poverty increased in the last seven years, which basically means more Sierra Leoneans now go to bed hungry than seven years ago. The overall poverty rate in rural areas has stagnated – despite the fact that based on information from the Ministry of Planning and Economic Development, more than USD 4 billion have flown into the country from various donors. And despite all this, extreme poverty has increased across Sierra Leone. That in itself is reason enough for a national outcry.

But then, on page 193, it hits me: “The Gini coefficient calculated on per capita income is about 0.701 compared to 0.297 in 2011.” Let me explain – the Gini coefficient measures the income inequality in a country. The closer it is to 1, the more unequal a country is. That means that in the last seven years, Sierra Leone has become a VERY UNEQUAL society. It used to be about as unequal as Austria, and now joins other African countries who are much more unequal. It also means that the billions of dollars that have flown into this country have gone to the richest 10%, in its totality. The report even states that the household consumption of all but the richest 10% has decreased in the last seven years (page 273).

This is a national emergency, hidden on page 193 in this report. It deserves a national outcry, it deserves its own commission of inquiry, it deserves a lot of personal reflection. I have been here for five out of these seven years in between the two reports, and I also have not done enough to prevent this. We need to urgently revise not just our own personal finances, but also the way we do development – how do we achieve it to be inclusive? How do we make sure that more of the money that flows into this country reaches those that it should actually reach?

I am a strong defender of (un)conditional cash transfers – and it is not just my opinion, but there is a lot of strong evidence supporting the fact that really, we should focus development work on providing cash to the poor. And the rest – let governments and private sector figure that out, and citizens hold them accountable.

I know many Sierra Leoneans who have good solutions to the problems here, so please – make your voices heard and make sure in seven years we see a reduced poverty rate, reduced inequality and happier people on the streets.

A little summary of the CIA school project: how far have we come in four years?


The Community Initiative Academy (CIA) was started in 2010 by the people of Nyandeyama, Kenema District, Sierra Leone, because there was no junior secondary school (JSS; comparable to Sekundarschule in Switzerland) in the town with more than 40,000 inhabitants. Pupils had to go to nearby Kenema (200,000 inhabitants), that had three secondary schools – also by far not enough to satisfy demand. Starting with 50 pupils in 2010, five years later the school had grown to 120 pupils but was struggling with finishing the school building with three classrooms, and paying the teachers. The Government of Sierra Leone had approved the school for assistance, but the ‘assistance’ had been limited to payment of one teacher. The infrastructural needs, the land, the other teachers, the books and uniforms were paid through a combination of community contributions (mostly in kind), the village chief’s contribution from his own pockets and small school fees levied on the pupils (25,000 per term, USD 2.70, or about USD 8 for a whole year of schooling).

In 2015, a proposal to collaborate landed on the desk of Noemi Schramm, who had by then spent nearly two years in Sierra Leone and was supporting different projects on an adhoc basis. She was employed by the Ministry of Health and Sanitation and was working as health economist on various projects to increase access and affordability of health services to the wide populace. However, one of the recurring key problems in her work stemmed from the lack of quality education – how are people supposed to know what to expect from a hospital, what an acceptable amount to pay for treatment is, or what basic prevention could help prevent Malaria? In a country with the world’s highest maternal mortality rate, and one of the worst child mortality rates,[1] interventions to drive those rates down needed to come from all sectors. The research is clear – if you want to save a child’s life, educate the mother[2].

The educational system in Sierra Leone was still rebuilding its infrastructure and human capital, after a decade of civil war, that destroyed a lot of the schools, and led to a generation missing out on education. While there was good progress being made in primary school enrolment, secondary schooling remained expensive and often simply not available[3]. Furthermore, the general outcomes of schooling were embarrassing for a country that used to be called ‘the Athens of West Africa’ for its high standard educational system, up until the 1970s, when it rapidly started declining. The literacy rates are still incredibly low, leaving more than half of the women and 4 out of 10 men not able to read or write a full sentence.[4] There was and still is a big case for investments in education – something that the recently newly elected government had recognized and therefore launched the Free Quality Education initiative, paying school fees and examination fees and school books for all government schools, encouraging partners to also prioritize investments in education.

Back in the office of the Health Financing Unit in Youyi Building, Freetown, Noemi was working on initiatives to provide cash to all 1300 public health facilities nationwide and evaluating the outcomes of the cash transfers. The outcomes clearly showed that solving locally identified problems had a much wider impact than a centrally imposed project. It was obvious – the communities and facility staff knew best what they needed to further improve service delivery. As soon as they were given the money, solutions were implemented cheaper and faster than a centrally led project ever could. It was these kind of experiences that shaped her belief that the most effective and efficient way to support communities is to identify strong, trusted leaders of those communities, and entrust them with the cash necessary to implement their home-grown projects. No NGO, no UN agency, and no government agency can identify, plan and implement projects better, faster and more cost-effective than an invested community with good leadership.

The letter for support to the Community Initiative Academy (CIA) was written by the board of the school, consisting of community members, and signed by the wife of the local chief, Madam Margaret Suwu. She is recognized in her community as a champion for women’s and girl’s advancement, and serves as a role model. She spent her time, resources and energy on building the school, and keeping it running. In 2015, it came to a meeting in Nyandeyama, five hours from Freetown, where it was agreed that Noemi, with support of her family and friends in Switzerland, would support the finishing of the three classrooms that the community had started constructing, as well as paying stipends to teachers, to serve as a part of the salary. Noemi and Margaret did not like the approach of sponsoring individual pupils, as this often overlooks the broader issues of lacking infrastructure, or lacking incentives for teachers to actually show up for their lessons. By paying a teacher’s salary, that teacher was able to teach several hundred pupils, having a much wider impact than sponsoring a single pupil alone. In short, we were paying teachers to teach a whole village.




The support was agreed to be time-limited, to incentivise the school to establish itself and provide schooling options to the thousands of primary school finishers, while working on getting more support from government. Having been approved as a government assisted school meant that the central and district government should provide teacher salaries, as well as books and learning materials. However, due to bureaucracy and political and ethnic differences, it can take several years (up to ten years) to enjoy the full assistance of government. The support of the Swiss friends should ensure that pupils can undergo secondary school in the meantime, and also help build a base of future supporters of the school (alumni who went to further education and then give back).

Inspired by Noemi’s lectures at the University of Zurich on behavioural economics, and recognizing the importance of setting the right incentive rewarding mechanisms, a performance bonus was instituted as part of the support. If the school would rank in the top three of the annual exams conducted nationwide at the end of junior secondary school, every teacher and the school in general would receive a bonus. The teachers were also monitored in terms of their punctuality, and monthly stipends are only paid if teachers appear to classes on time – usually a big issue in Sierra Leone.

The same studies and her experience in the health sector also taught Noemi that the most effective way to improve developmental outcomes are cash transfers. Inspired by programs in Mexico and pilots in India, she decided to setup the support with as little involvement of her as possible, leaving the main decision-making in the hands of the community, and applying the same principles of a conditional cash transfer program for households in Mexico to the CIA school in Nyandeyama, Sierra Leone.

A separate bank account was opened for the school, in order to allow for full financial transparency and accountability. Noemi sends the stipends at the end of every month, and the school returns signed sheets for each payment. Once a year, a full financial statement is prepared, and a joint audit of school finances is conducted. In the first four years of the project, there has never been a financial mismatch, and every Leones (the local currency) was invested to maximize its impact.

The general day-to-day running of the school is in the hands of the principal, a well-trained and educated teacher, with experience running schools. He works under supervision of Margaret, the wife of the chief, who is the chairperson of the board. The board, which includes Margaret, village elders, religious leaders and parents’ representatives, governs the overall setup of the school and strategic direction. Noemi’s role is fundraising and setting financial incentives that improve the overall impact of the school. All support and all projects are co-financed, meaning the community has to contribute too. For infrastructural projects, that means the community is providing the land for free, some labor and some materials, while the financial support pays for the rest. For teachers, that means that they are all paid on performance and receive a smaller salary if they do not perform well. Co-financing projects ensures that only projects are implemented that have full community ownership and are a clearly prioritized need. It does slow down the pace of development, but it is a necessary step to ensure sustainability – given that maintenance has to be carried out by the school itself. They should only take on as much as they can handle.

In 2017, an opportunity arose to partner with a secondary school in Effretikon, Switzerland, and create a school partnership. This involves letter friendships between the pupils, who are paired up and exchange letters three times a year. The Swiss pupils raise funds once a year, to support the fitting of a new classroom, or the distribution of pens and notebooks to all before Christmas. The letters serve as a practice in English for both sides, as they are both non-native English speakers, and at a similar language level. It also provides fascinating insights into the lives of children on the other spectrum of the Human Development Index[5], raising the global awareness of how similar we all are, despite income differences. Especially the Swiss pupils have been deeply impressed by the exchange, and both sides are equally joyful when the letters arrive. It has created a human bridge between two countries, just by exchanging words on paper, and highlighting similarities in dreams and hopes for the future.

As part of the school friendship, a teacher during her sabbatical leave came for a month to teach the teachers of CIA school. She lived on campus, sharing the joys and frustrations of daily life with the boarding school kids, and talks about her experiences here: Ms Pia is telling us about life in Nyandeyama

Following this pilot project, the plan is to motivate at least one Swiss teacher a year to come and provide training to the teachers and serve as intercultural ambassador between Switzerland and Sierra Leone.


When the collaboration started in 2015, the school had 120 pupils. Due to the financial incentives that promote performance, the school was then able to not only finish its class rooms, but also started improving its performance at the annual exams, and has in the last three years consistently been ranked in the top three secondary schools in Kenema, and the best community school. The other two schools are private schools limiting enrolment to those who can afford higher fees. The increased quality of the school and excellent performance meant that the school has gone through rapid growth, now schooling 450 pupils. Its fame is known beyond the village, and pupils from across the district want to attend the CIA school.

From the monthly support for teacher’s salaries, a small part is retained for capital projects, which – together with one-off donations of Swiss friends – allowed for the school to add eight more classrooms, a library, solar-power across the school, and most recently a boarding house for ten girls and ten boys. The boarding school was established to allow for talented pupils from rural areas in the district with no access to secondary schools and no financial means to continue schooling. It is also a problem in Sierra Leone that children from rural areas are sent to relatives in urban areas for schooling but are then largely misused as housemaids and cheap laborers, which was a problem CIA wanted to address.

This implies that the impact expands beyond Nyandeyama, into rural villages of Kenema and even Kailahun (neighbouring) district. Talented pupils with no financial support by their families are given fee exemptions and school materials. The first set of CIA alumni are finishing university now, and will form a support circle to give back to the school and allow more pupils to benefit from secondary school. The graduates have gone into jobs with the government, the mining and agricultural sector as well as the health sector. They support their families back in Nyandeyama, thereby slowly improving the overall economic situation of the village.

In total, since the start of the collaboration, a total of 300 pupils finished three years of secondary school, and 450 are currently being schooled. This was possible with a total support of USD 29,440 as of the end of 2018, or USD 74 per graduated pupil – for the whole three years of secondary school! The cost-effectiveness is much higher than similar projects, due to the high commitment of the chief, his family and the whole community, and their contributions. It also meant the administrative efforts on the funding side is minimal – the project basically works as a plain cash transfer, just setting the structures and incentives in a way that ensures quality educational outputs.



Seven Swiss friends of the CIA school (shout out to Adi, Moni, Thomi, Edith, Corine & Maetthu) are currently supporting the project with in total USD 840 per month. USD 640 goes to the school every month, with USD 540 paying for teachers’ stipends, and USD 100 paying for the food of boarding school children (20 children in total). The remaining USD 200 are withheld for bigger infrastructural projects, and paid for specific projects, such as additional classrooms, a school garden, solar lights, a library, a fence or whatever is deemed necessary by the school board. All of the donations go fully to Nyandeyama, any administrative work involved is kept at a minimal level and done on a voluntary basis. With increasing interest of funders in Switzerland, and also recent successes in accessing more support from the Government of Sierra Leone (9 out of the 29 teachers are now paid by the Government), more of the support can be channelled towards a bigger project: the setting up of a sister school to the CIA school, in a remote village called Dia about one hour drive from Nyandeyama. It would bring secondary education to another chiefdom of Kenema district, an even more rural part than the one where CIA School is, and also lay the foundation for a network of secondary schools to be run in rural areas of Sierra Leone.

The contributing friends were initially asked to commit for about three years, until the government absorbs the teachers. Given this has happened recently for some of them, all donors were offered to stop contributing or reduce their payments. None of them agreed – they want to continue funding education in Sierra Leone, and have committed for another round of pupils to go through school.

There are enough plans that are waiting to be implemented: currently the school board has commenced the process to be accredited as Senior Secondary School as well (comparable to Gymnasium/Kantonsschule in Switzerland). This involves a different set of teachers, extra chemistry labs and equipment, and further investments in additional classroom space. The need for more schools is clear – there are currently only three such schools in the whole district, serving a population of close to 800,000. But in the usual slow yet sustainable pace of the CIA board and community, with financial support from Switzerland, this project will also be realized fully in the next three years – ‘inshallah’ or ‘by God in powa’, as they say here. Let’s make sure we achieve SDG 4 by 2030!

[1] WHO estimates the maternal mortality rate at 1,360 women dying out of 100,000 giving birth, and every 7th child does not survive its fifth birthday. To compare, in Switzerland, the rate is every 240th child doesn’t survive its 5th birthday, and 5 women die in childbirth out of 100,000 births.

[2] There is a large amount of literature spanning decades on the effect of mother’s education on child survival, for more recent studies, see for example Guenes, P. The role of maternal education in child health: Evidence from a compulsory schooling law. In: Economics of Education Review, 2015 (August), 47, p 1-16; or Grepin, K. and Bharadwaj, P. Maternal education and child mortality in Zimbabwe. In: Journal of Health Economics, 2015 (December), 44, p 97-117.

[3] According to the National Census 2015, net enrolment for Junior Secondary School is 21%, and more boys than girls attend JSS.

[4] According to the National Census 2015, the literacy rate for men is 59% and for women 43%.

[5] Switzerland is in the top ten countries, while Sierra Leone is in the bottom ten countries of the Human Development Index.

Women get special treatment and I am so done with it.

We get special treatment. In Switzerland, we women were seen as so special, it was not until 48 years ago that we were given the right to vote. Until 30 years ago, wives were seen as so special, they were obliged by law to manage the household for the family, the husband was officially the head of the household. We were treated so special that we had to wait until 2005 to have right for paid maternity leave, and it wasn’t until 2013 that we finally were able to choose our family name after marriage, instead of automatically taking the husbands name. Switzerland truly is a developing country when it comes to gender equality, and the experts from the Global Gender Gap Report are telling us that it will take another 108 years until we will reach true equality in terms of education, economic participation or health. At the pace that Switzerland is going, this is an utopia, and it will probably only be my grand-grand-grand-grand-grand-(add more if you are less of an optimist than me)-children that will live in a gender equal society.

I am so done with that special treatment. Time is up. We need gender equality now, not tomorrow, and not in a 108 years.

Here is what you can do:

  1. Remind your family and friends that we still have work to do.
  2. Vote for women, and vote for political parties that regularly push through initiatives to balance out inequalities;
  3. Don’t interrupt your female colleague when she is making a point in a meeting;
  4. Actively re-iterate what your female colleague said in meetings, e.g. “as Purava mentioned, this and this is what needs to happen”;
  5. Listen and believe when you hear stories about sexual harassment, and don’t play them down if you experience it;
  6. Don’t make comments like “oh you are smart in addition to beautiful” to a woman;
  7. Go and strike together with the thousands of other Swiss people today;
  8. Encourage your female friend to apply for this promotion/job, even if she probably says “I don’t fit all the criteria” but you believe she does;
  9. Women: stop bodyshaming yourself, especially in front of others;
  10. Celebrate and support people who are challenging gender norms: the female engineer, the stay-at-home dad, the female company CEO, the girl who wants to become president, the ones breaking glass ceilings in ordinary and extraordinary ways everyday.

Find out more here:

Und fuer ali wo Schwiizerduetsch verstoend, do no en chline Iblick i min persoenliche Alltag:



The best career advice

A woman was asking a question in a facebook group of international development followers – she had been offered an (unpaid) UN internship, and due to a lucky situation with her scholarship, she could actually afford to do it. However, she heard it may look bad on her CV and she was worried that by doing that internship, she would miss out on other chances later or not land jobs.

I was stunned. It puzzled me so much, it stuck in my brain, and few days later I poured out all my thoughts to my boyfriend. How are we still living in a time where it matters more how something looks in your CV compared to how much you actually want to do this job because it is interesting and you are passionate about it? How are we still living in a world where even a six month or one year internship apparently can ‘spoil’ your CV – considering a forty-something-year-career? Where does this fear come from and how are we succumbing to it? Should it not matter most to do something you are really passionate about? And yes, maybe passion in the workplace is not for everybody – but at least do something that you are interested in? Also, we are talking about a job in international development. Am I asking too much if people should take those jobs out of interest or passion, and not because ‘it looks good on CV’?

The best career advice I have gotten was that the career will find you, if you keep doing what you are passionate about. I have been in a similar type role, working in the Ministry of Health and Sanitation in Sierra Leone for nearly six years now, and committed for another two years. Different directorates, different funders, always similar mission. Someone asked me recently if I am not bored. Again, I was puzzled by this question. This type of work is my passion, this is what fascinates me, day in and day out. Yes, some days are boring, but most days I learn new things, I understand a bit more, I see another piece of the puzzle, I try another fit, I fail spectacularly, I grasp another complex truth, I become more effective and better at what I do and achieve more.

Let me be honest – every now and then I also get caught up in the ‘CV worries’. People tell me I should leave, because “otherwise you will never get a job outside Sierra Leone”, they tell me I should not have left my senior management job because “people will think you were not good at it”, they tell me I need to get in with one of the big names (e.g. World Bank, WHO, Global Fund, Gavi, etc) now, otherwise “my CV won’t have weight”. But guess what I realized – people often give you advice and direction that validate their own choices as the right ones. And let me tell you another truth – our worklife is so long, we can easily fit several careers in there. I have worked for about 8 plus years now, and have at least another 35 years to go – see the dimensions?! One or two or three or even four more years in the same job won’t make any difference at all in the long run. Stop thinking so short term and take a deep breath.

We should all worry less about careers and more about passion in our jobs. And passion can be found in any job – when I was looking for a job for some work experience, none of my desired companies were interested in my application – I got rejected for two months with no positive replies. Finally, a company producing and selling flags hired me, so I went to sell flags. And yes, I became passionate about flag poles, flag designs, flag materials and customer service. You can have dedication in any job.

But anyway – I expect more from people in international development. I expect more passion, more dedication and less focus on a classical career as the main motivation.

My boyfriend patiently listened to me and then asked me why I didn’t give that lady this exact advice. A very valid point, so I went back to the facebook group and typed my answer. 26 people had replied before me and NONE OF THEM, not a single one!, had told her she should go for the internship if she is really interested in it. All 26 gave some answers relating to how it will make her CV look and how this will help her get into the next job or not, what else she should do to brush up her CV and so on. I closed facebook feeling a bit depressed with the (international development) world. We need to get better than this but until this happens, please – just keep doing what you are passionate about.

To the hero of 2018: the nurse serving in rural Sierra Leone

Imagine yourself being a nurse, earning USD 110 a month, which makes you the main breadwinner of a family and extended relatives, married to a daily wage worker, who more often than not won’t find work. You have two children – a son and a girl, who you work hard for to keep in school, paying all formal and informal fees necessary. Then your employer, the government, posts you to a veryvery remote area, more than 8 hours from where your family lives, in an area with a different tribe and local language, with no warning, in the middle of a school year, and expecting you to resume work in your new duty station within two weeks. You are not given any relocation or transport money, but are expected to pay this out of your salary. You are also not given any salary increase – even though you could really use that, given you will have to continue to pay for your children’s home. You reach your new duty station via public transport and motorbike, and face a dilapidated staff quarter, barely any drugs available for treatment, and a community that is suspicious of this person from the capital. The chief sees you as his personal mistress, allowing him to sexually harass you, and given he is the local authority, who do you complain to?! The journey home to your family costs a third of your monthly salary, so you only go back once a quarter, and even though you wish you could bring your family to your new duty station, there are no schools in close reach – or the quality of the local school is not up to standards. Even to access your monthly salary, you have to travel 3 hours to the district capital, if you are lucky enough to be banking with a bank that has a local branch. To call your family, you have to walk 15 minutes to a spot that has network coverage. Once or twice a year a delegation from the district capital comes on supervision, and intimidates you with pages of checklists telling you a hundred things you need to change, of course with zero additional resources.
When you go back to visit your family, you know you are risking lives in the community where you serve, because no one is there to cover for you. Furthermore, when you finally see your children and husband again, you realize that he has found himself a mistress in the meantime, and you don’t appreciate the suspicious strangers walking in and out of your home, with vulnerable children being there.

Sounds grim, no? This is the reality for more than 500 nurses in Sierra Leone, serving in the most remote health facilities. 81% of all rural health workers are female – often having no other options but to comply to postings, as they lose their job otherwise.
I doubt anyone who is reading this post would agree to such work conditions, yet in Sierra Leone, these nurses still serve their communities in hard-to-reach, barely equipped health facilities, with small salaries and lots of demands placed on them. I have spent a lot of time in the last few months working with the government to better recognize, reward and motivate these health workers, and given that the majority of them are women, we spent time with communities, local authorities, health workers and policy-makers to discuss gender-specific issues. It is horrifying, and humbling, to hear all their stories, and to understand their struggle and their fight better. Female health workers in remote areas are my heroes of the year – and they deserve to be much more recognized for their sacrifice and service to this country. They are some of the strongest women that walk on this earth. I am sorry I have not seen your struggle earlier, and I salute you for your bravery and your service. You are heroes.


Sofa-Geschichten von den Lion Mountains

Was oder wie wurdest du erwachsen? Wann und wie hast du die Jugend hinter dir gelassen? Was war das Uebergangsritual? Fuer mich war das Zeichen von “Erwachsensein” immer ein grosses, schweres Sofa. So etwas macht dich traege, es wird schwieriger umzuziehen, es ist eine finanzielle Investition, es braucht noch mehr Moebel um richtig benutzt zu werden. Kurz: es macht das Leben komplizierter. Einige von meinen Freunden investierten schon mit 18 in grosse, teure Sofas – Ich mag mich noch gut an das Panikgefuehl in meinem Magen erinnern, wenn ich daran dachte, mich so niederzulassen. Ich habe daher im letzten Jahrzehnt entweder kein Sofa besitzt, oder das guenstigste Ikea-sofa gekauft (100 Franken, ein echtes Schnaeppchen), oder einfache Bamboo-sofas besitzt (weniger als 200 Franken fuer drei Sofas, auch ein echtes Schnaeppchen). Das Bamboo-sofa, das ich die letzten fuenf Jahre in Sierra Leone benutzt habe, hat Abel hergestellt. Er wurde ueber die Jahre ein guter Freund, und ich habe ihn an einige andere Leute weiterempfohlen. Er hat mir dafuer gedankt, in dem er eines seiner Kinder nach mir benannt hat. Es wurde aber ein Junge, also musst Naomi umgeaendert werden in die maennliche Form – was anscheinend “Nami” ist. Nami bedeutet auf Krio auch “Das bin ich”. Wenn ihn also jemand fragt, wie er heisst, dann antwortet er “Nami / das bin ich”. Etwas verwirrend, aber es scheint ihn nicht zu stoeren!


Also, zurueck zu Sofas. Nami’s Vater hat mein erstes wunderschoen farbiges Sofa hergestellt, das ich nun fuenf Jahre lang benutzt habe, und drei Mal gezuegelt habe. Ich habe kuerzlich herausgefunden, dass ich nochmals fuer mindestens vier Jahre in Sierra Leone sein werde, die Gruende dafuer erklaere ich euch sonst mal. In dem Moment habe ich auch realisiert, dass ich soweit bin – ich getraue mich nun in ein grosses Sofa zu investieren, mich niederzulassen (zumindest fuer vier Jahre), offiziell meine Jugend hinter mir zu lassen und das Gewicht eines Sofas auf mich zu nehmen. Eine Aethiopische Freundin hat ein grosses graues Sofa kreiert und zusammen mit Sierra Leonischen Schreinern hergestellt.
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Photo 1: Blen, die Sofadesignerin mit meinem neuen Sofa. 
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Photo 2: Die offizielle Sofa-Einweihungs-Sonnenuntergang-Snack-&-Drink Feier.
Ich habe gestern eine kleine Einweihungsfeier organisiert, mit Sonnenuntergang Cocktails, um diesen Anlass gebuehrend zu feiern. Jayne’s Kommentar: “Ah super, die letzte Einweihungs-feier die ich hatte war fuer einen Kirchenaltar – das Essen hier ist besser!”


Obwohl ich den Eindruck habe, dass ich aelter werde (in weniger als einem Monat werde ich 30!), gibt es da auch andere Meinungen – vor allem an meinem Arbeitsort, im Gesundheitsministerium. In den letzten Wochen haben mich verschiedene Leute auf dem Gang mit “Guten Morgen, junge Dame” begruesst. Das passt mir aus verschiedenen Gruenden gar nicht, und ich habe diesen Leuten jeweils gesagt, ich bin nicht mehr so jung, und ueberhaupt sei mein Name Madam Naomi, was ja bekannt sei. Am Freitag habe ich mit anderen Leuten auf ein Meeting mit dem Gesundheitsminister gewartet. Der Vize-Gesundheitsminister kommt dazu und begruesst mich mit “Guten Morgen, junge Dame”. Ich blieb freundlich, aber habe auch ihm erklaert ich sei nicht mehr so jung, und er wisse ja meinen Namen. Er lachte und meinte “du kannst ja noch nicht 40 sein” – was ich zustimmen musste. Anscheinend sind alle unter 40-jaehrigen offiziell noch jung in Sierra Leone. Wenige Minuten spaeter laufen wir in das Buero des Gesundheitsminister, und er begruesst mich mit “Guten Morgen, grosse Dame”. Ich sag ihm, dass ich das besser finde als “junge Dame”, worauf er lacht und sagt “du kannst ja nicht aelter als 37 oder 38 sein, oder?”. Nachdem ich ihm erklaert habe, dass ich noch nicht ganz so alt bin, meinte er: “na, das heisst du bist noch ein Baby – ich habe gedacht du bist mindestens 37, mit der Arbeit, die du leistest”. Was ist so schwierig daran, mich mit Madam Naomi anzusprechen?! Mein Gesicht muss ihm deutlich gemacht haben, dass ich nicht sonderlich erfreut darueber war, “Baby” genannt zu werden. Als ich nach der Sitzung mich verabschiedete, sagte er “Auf Wiedersehen, schlaue Dame”. Besser!


Meine Abenteuerlust ist ungebremst, ob ich alt oder jung bin. Wir sind kuerzlich auf Besuch in den Distrikten, um unsere Distrikts Personalangestellten zu unterstuetzen und coachen. CHAI (wo ich arbeite) hat der Regierung geholfen, diese Reform einzufuehren, und das Personalwesen im Gesundheitswesen mehr zu dezentralisieren, naeher zu den Kliniken zu bringen, und damit die Transparenz und Rechenschaft zu foerdern, und gleichzeitig bessere Gesundheitsdienstleistungen anzubieten. Ich bluehe auf auf diesen Reisen ins Landesinnere, einerseits weil es sehr motivierend ist, die Veraenderung vor Ort zu sehen, und andererseits weil immer mehrere Abenteuer auf mich warten.
Auf unserem Trip vor ein paar Wochen mussten wir mit dem Boot auf die Bonthe Insel fahren, wo das oeffentliche Spital ist. Bonthe ist einer der entferntesten und am schlechtesten entwickelten Distrikten. Ich habe diese Bootsreise vor ein paar Monaten schon gemacht, aber immer nur mit einem eigens gemieteten Schnellboot, fuer 200 Franken, hin und zurueck, je 45 Minuten. Dieses Mal haben wir uns entschieden, die “Faehre” zu benutzen, die nur LE 15,000 kostet pro Person – weniger als 2 Franken, fuer die 90-120 Minuten Ueberfahrt, mit zwei Haltestellen auf anderen Inseln. Die richtige oeffentliche Faehre wird nicht betrieben und rostet vor sich hin, da die Betriebskosten zu teuer sind. Dafuer benutzt man ein hoelzenes Boot, das einmal pro Tag hin und zurueck faehrt. Die Regeln auf dem Boot sind klar angeschriben, und Bussen definiert. Ich mochte diese Regel am meisten: “Ich will kein Geschwaetz – Busse LE 50,000 (ungefaehr 6 Franken)”.
Wir sind also auf unsere Bootstour mit einer Ziege, einem Motorrad, 30 Passagieren und viel Gepaeck. Zwischendurch haben wir an einer “Raststaette” Halt gemacht – und konnten geraeucherte Shrimps, Nuesse oder Fische kaufen. Neben mir war ein junger Mann, dessen einzige Aufgabe war, das Wasser auszuschoepfen, das konstant stieg im Boot. Jede halbe Stunde war er wieder fuer zehn Minuten mit Wasser schoepfen beschaeftigt – meine Fuesse wurden kein einziges Mal nass, und wir kamen heil an.
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Photo 3: Am warten auf die Faehre in Yargoi. 
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Photo 4: Einsteigen! Das Motorrad ist auf dem Dach. 
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Photo 5: Ich will kein Geschwaetz – Busse 50,000. 
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Photo 6: Haltestelle, und Verpflegung mit geraeucherten Shrimps. 
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Photo 7: Auf der Bonthe Insel. 
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Photo 8: Am Schweizer Apfel essen, waehrend dem ich auf die Autofaehre nach Mattru warte!
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Photo 9: Das Team in Mattru. 
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Photo 10: Das Team mit dem Vize-Buergermeister in Bonthe.  
Ein weiteres Merkmal von Erwachsen-werden ist Weihnachten ohne Familie zu feiern. Wegen voellig ueberteuerten Fluegen, und anderen geplannten Reisen, werde ich dieses Jahr nicht fuer Weihnachten in die Schweiz kommen. Es wird mein erstes Mal ohne meine Familie sein – und ich spuere zu gleichen Teilen Respekt und Aufregung darueber, in Sierra Leone zu sein ueber Weihnachten und Silvester. Weihnachten hier sind viel weniger kommerzialisiert, was sicher erfrischend sein wird. Ich habe eine Woche frei, also falls mich jemand im garantierten tropisch warmen Wetter besuchen kommen moechte, nur zu – ich wuerde mich freuen!
Danke, an euch alle, dass ihr Teil meines Erwachsen-werden seit und Geduld mit mir habt!

Sofa-stories from the Lion Mountains

What is your own sign of growing up? What was the step that made you feel like you have left youth behind and moved into a new sphere? Like an initiation into adulthood – how does or did this look for you? For me, the symbol of settling down is a heavy, expensive sofa. It will make you want to move around less, it is a financial investment, it requires some other furniture to go with it. Some of my friends had the guts to get a sofa at the age of 18 – I remember the feeling of panic that grew in my stomach when I imagined having to buy a sofa myself back then!
So for the past decade, I have either not had any sofa, bought the cheapest and smallest Ikea sofa that was available (100 bucks, a real catch) or have lived off cane furniture the last five years (a whole sofa set for under USD 200, also a real catch). The latter is made by the apt Sierra Leonean Abel – Abel and Cain/cane, rings a bell? He has become a friend over the years, and I have recommended him and his business to many other people, to which he thanked me by naming his child after me. It was a boy though, so the name Naomi wasn’t fitting – he turned it into Nami (which in Krio means “this is me”). Nami is now nearly three years old, and he is talking, a conversation that goes like this:
Someone: “Hi little man, how are you?”
Nami: “fine, tell god tenki”
Someone: “and what is your name?”
Nami: “Nami”
Someone: “yes, but what is your name?”
Nami: “Nami!”
Someone: “yes, I know this is you, but what is your name?!”
Nami: “Mi name Nami!”
Someone: ??
I really feel sorry for inflicting this confusion on Nami – but he seems to grow up strong and healthy, so I am confident he will fight off any confusion easily.


So, back to sofas. Nami’s father made me the first beautifully colourful sofa in Sierra Leone, which has lasted me five years. I have recently found out that I will be in Sierra Leone for another four years – for reasons I cannot explain to you yet – and that was the moment I realized that I am ready. I am ready to invest in a sofa, to settle down (at least for four years), leave youth behind me and carry the weight of a heavy sofa around my neck (figuratively). An Ethiopian friend of mine designed and built a massive grey sofa with storage unit and colourful pillows together with talented Sierra Leonean carpenters and upholsterers.
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Photo 1: Blen, the designer, on the new sofa. 
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Photo 2: Snapshot from the official sofa inauguration sunset drinks and snacks event.
I had a little inauguration event of the sofa, to mark this significant event – to which Jayne commented: “Ah nice, the last inauguration event I have been part of was for a church altar – food is better here!”


While I think I am growing up and growing older (less than a month to go before the big #THREEZERO hits me), clearly the folks in the Ministry of Health think differently. Several people have greeted me with “Good morning, young lady” in the corridor the last few weeks. Something about this really works me up, and I have replied quite harshly to all of them that I am actually not that young anymore and anyway, my name is Madam Naomi, in case they have forgotten.
On Friday, I was waiting with a group of other people for a meeting with the Minister, when the deputy Minister of Health came out and greeted me with “Good morning, young lady”. I tried to remain friendly, but also told him that I am actually not that young anymore. He laughed and said but I can’t be 40 yet – which I had to agree to. Seems like anyone below 40 is considered young in Sierra Leone. Few minutes later we are walking into the Minister’s office, and he greets me with “Good morning, tall lady”. I told him this is better than “young lady”, to which he laughed and said but I can’t be more than 37 or 38? When I told him I haven’t reached there yet, he said “well, that means I should call you baby – I just thought because of the kind of work you do you must be at least 37”. What is wrong with just calling me Madam Naomi?! My face must have clearly told him that I do not approve of “baby” – when I left he said “Good bye, smart lady”. Small victories.


No matter if I am young, deemed young, or old, my thirst for adventures is never quenched. We recently went on supervision, to support district Human Resource Officers and assistants across the country to better manage and motivate the health workforce. CHAI (where I work) have helped government implement this reform to further decentralize the health system, and increase transparency and accountability, as well as improve service delivery.
I thrive on these trips, not just because it is very rewarding to see the change on the ground, but also because there are all sorts of adventurous experiences that make me feel alive. On our recent trip, we had to cross to Bonthe Island, which is where the government hospital is for Bonthe district, a very remote and challenging district for service delivery.
I have made this journey before, but always in chartered speedboats, which take you across in 45 minutes, but also cost about 100 dollars, one way. This time, we decided to take the “ferry”, which costs LE 15,000 per person – less than 2 dollars, for the 90-120 minute journey, with two stops on other islands in between. The actual government ferry is not used, as the fuel costs of running it are too expensive – so a wooden boat is used instead. The rules are clearly indicated on the top, with fines attached to it. My favourite one was “I don’t want palava – fine 50,000” / “I don’t want any gossip/big talks – the fine is LE 50,000 (about 6 dollars)”.
We headed off on our journey with a goat, motorbike, 30 people and bags on board. We stopped at a “service station” and were offered smoked shrimps, fish and nuts for sale. Right next to me, there was a guy solely responsible for draining the water that filled the boat in regular 30-minute intervals – whenever the water was just about to reach my feet, he started pouring it out again. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
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Photo 3: Waiting for the ferry at Yargoi. 
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Photo 4: getting on the ferry. Note the bike on top of it. 
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Photo 5: I dont want palava – fine 50,000. 
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Photo 6: pit stop on the way, to buy smoked shrimps. 
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Photo 7: On Bonthe Island. 
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Photo 8: Eating Swiss apples waiting for the ferry to Mattry, sponsored and delivered by Rachel!
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Photo 9: Team in Mattru, at the District Health Management Team offices. 
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Photo 10: team with the deputy Mayor on Bonthe Island. 
The other part of growing up is not celebrating Christmas with family – because of expensive flight prices, and other planned trips, I will not come to Switzerland over Christmas this year. It will be my first time celebrating without my family, and I am dreading it, while at the same time being excited to be in Sierra Leone for this celebratory season. I have some time off, so feel free to come join me here over Christmas! Beautiful warm weather guaranteed 🙂
All of you – thanks for bearing with me while I am growing up!