Second shift

On Monday I shifted from attention from my colleague and her team whose work targets the highest levels of government to my colleagues in the bilateral project that focuses its attention at the base of the health pyramid. I received a briefing about how things are done and what needed to be improved.

In the afternoon I had to excuse myself for a courtesy visit to the highest health chief (below the minister), who turned out not to be there. The team I had coached the previous week was now meeting without me and busy preparing their coaching visits and the next workshop in the leadership development program. They invited me to wait for the next official in line who was happy to receive us. While waiting to be called in his office I observed my team in action and noticed good energy – something promising had been set in motion during the previous week.

Done with our various meetings we all went out to a fish restaurant, with me and my colleague K who is in charge of managing relationships, money and deliverables of our Madagascar work. We were treated as the guests of honor.  I had just learned about the size of the servings at this place. They are so large that with the 8 of us we only needed to order for two dishes: enormous plates with all sorts of fish and roasted vegetables. We drank Malagasy wine produced by a Chinese company and toasted on leadership in the health sector. And then we talked about what was going on in the world with Trump and Orlando on the forefront. When we landed on the topic of homosexuality we cut the conversation short as we could tell our colleagues were baffled by same sex marriages. I told them most Americans were too, not all that long ago, and clearly some still are. After that we returned to safer topics.

A new appointment had been made for my courtesy visit for the end of the workday on Tuesday – this meant another trip into town (not so bad), and worse, back out of town which was very, very bad because of roads blocked off for the 10 day long independence day celebrations which strangles all movement by car. Leaving at 4PM, I returned back to my side of town at 8PM to meet up with the woman who used to oversee a project I worked on decades ago, out of her USAID Washington office, but now an independent contractor. We tripped down memory lane over lychee martinis and Chinese food.

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