Thursday, October 27, 2016

Eventful birdwatching at Omeya golf estate
News - Environment | 2016-10-27



WILD MIX ... Writer Wanja Njuguna with other bird watchers at Omeya.
http://www.namibian.com.na/47260/read/Eventful-birdwatching-at-Omeya-golf-estate

• Wanja Njuguna

MEMBERS of the Namibia Bird Club marked the first birdwatching event at the vast Omeya Golf and Residential Estate, 30 kilometres from Windhoek on the way to Rehoboth on 23 October.
The event was held courtesy of Omeya resident and Field Guides Association of Southern Africa (FGASA) Namibia director, Armin Junkuhn, who is a also a lecturer at a local university.

It provided not only a taste of the exclusive property that is surrounded by mountains that boast amongst others, the wild mixed with modernity, plenty of water from an underground natural reservoir hence its name Omeya, which means water in Oshiwambo, but also an 18-hole golf course. 

When completed, Omeya is expected to boost tourism in Namibia due to the surrounding Auas mountains that provide hiking trails, nature walks, hunting and other camping experiences as well as a four-star hotel that will have conferencing facilities, a children's park, outdoor concerts, and a train stop for those who wish to travel by rail.

Despite the hot and sunny weather that rose to 33 degrees centigrade by midday, the birdwatchers were not disappointed to discover what Omeya had in store for them. 

To ensure they sighted as many avifauna as possible, they broke into two groups moving in different directions of the estate's uninhabited areas as well as some of the golf course holes and later met at the end of the walk to compare notes. 

In the barely two-hour early morning walk, more than 50 birds had been sighted, a few more than the 47 listed in the Omeya Development bird booklet made available to the birdwatchers at the start of the walk. 

Namibia is home to 714 plus bird species of different categories and according to Avibase, the world's bird database and other sources, these include two endemic ones (unique to a geographical area), 14 near endemic, one introduced by humans, 35 rare or accidental while 27 species are globally threatened. 

The birds which were sighted flying, perched on top of the variety of acacia/camel thorn trees or moving in the thickets included a mixture of birds of prey such as Whalberg's Eagle (Aquila wahlbergi) Falconidae (unlike hawks, kites and eagles, kill with their beaks instead of talons) such as Rock Kestrel, the common Burchell's Starling and one of Africa's most beautiful birds, the African hoopoe. 

Others were Damara red-billed and Southern Yellow-billed hornbills, Acacia pied barbet, African cuckoo (found in woodlands or acacia type savannah that is typical of Omeya and among 15 species found in Namibia of the 138 found worldwide), Grey-backed camaroptera, Ashy tit, Ant eating chat, lots of southern masked weavers, Fork-tailed drongo, African popit, African Palm Swift (which is among nine found in Namibia of the 98 found worldwide), Rock and laughing doves, Kalahari scrub robin, Brubru and many others. 

The first birds to be spotted by the different groups during the early morning walk were the African hoopoe also known as Upupa Africana and the Burchell's starling. 

The African hoopoe which is distributed widely across southern Africa is not known to be sociable and is often found alone or with a partner. It is easily spotted by its distinctive crown on the head and a contrast of white and black on its back, wings and tail. 

There were many African hoopoes spotted during the walk, the first time this writer has seen so many in one spot. 

http://www.sa-venues.com/wildlife/birds_hoopoe.htm

Despite its 'introvert' behaviour, the African hoopoe is said to be at peace breeding anywhere according to Gudrun Middendorff, chairperson of the Namibia Bird Club.

“The interesting thing about this bird is that it can breed anywhere – in a box, on the ground and wherever it feels like,” she explained, adding that they ensure there is a lot of their droppings around that keeps predators at bay. 

To add to the rich bird sightings, there were a few animals for the birdwatchers too...a pair of warthogs, plenty of lechwe antelopes, a Damara dik-dik and a yellow mongoose to name a few. 

The management has ensured that they have several water holes and salt pans. Some surprises for the day included the groundscraper thrush (gevlekte lyster) which is more often than not found on the ground but on this day, it was perched on a tree where it remained for a long time. Meeting only one guinea fowl, the red-billed spurfowl despite many guinea fowl feathers lying around was another surprise. 

As the walk wound up, it was exciting to be rewarded with a golden-tailed woodpecker perched high up on a tree unmoved by the excited but tired group of birdwatchers that discussed it for a while before moving on to the host's residence.

Omeya is definitely living up to its name – wilderness and modernity mixed where animals, birds and residents can thrive undisturbed in natural environments yet provide a tranquil home away from the hustle and bustle of the city.



Friday, July 29, 2016

An old gem dug up from somewhere....

The Leader
 
NOLS Gave Me A Second Life

By Wanja Njuguna
Reprinted from The Leader, Fall 2001, Vol. 17, No. 1
It was two a.m. We had set camp at Simba Turn, not too far away from the Gregory Glacier on our way to the top of Mt Kenya. My feet were freezing, my bladder was full, and I was sure I had heard something like the roar of a lion and I was not about to take a chance of being eaten alive. I held on to my almost bursting bladder but soon I knew I could not do it any more. I was sleeping in the far end of the tent with four others and everyone else was in dreamland. I decided to get clever - I quietly unzipped a bit of the tent at the bottom, felt the grass and the rest is history.
This was an act (as much as I was ashamed of) that I was to repeat thanks to my cowardly soul and the stories of what lions, leopards, hyenas and buffaloes are capable of doing to a human being. But that was at the beginning of the NOLS Semester in . By the end of the first week, I had gained enough courage to move on through the forest in spite of the roars, hauls and mooohs of the animals.
I had known about NOLS for a long time, but it was not until Muhia Karianjahi, a NOLS employee, told me what the courses entailed that I wanted to attend. I wanted to go like yesterday, but in Kenya the process of getting enlisted is rather long as one has to get sponsorship first. Few people in Kenya can afford the $7,000 required for the course, especially since environmental courses are not as well appreciated here as in the U.S. I was working as a senior prison officer, and the long leave that I had been accumulating in anticipation of a NOLS course had to be approved. I also needed a reliable person to take care of my house. I had another reason for wanting to get away from my daily life - I wanted a change in my life, my job, my college life (I was pursuing an MA in journalism then), and my personal life.
I finally got my chance. On June 4, 1994, I joined 28 other students, including one more from Kenya and set sail. I had never been in a large group of much younger people - I was 31 then and the oldest student in the group turned 21 when we were up the mountains. It was to be a challenging experience but one that I am proud to have been a part of.
We were divided into two groups and our first part of the course was to take us up to the third highest peak on Mt Kenya. Pt. Lenana is 16,355 ft. and from there we would go to the furthest end of the Kenyan coast - Kiwaiyu and its surrounding islands - and then to Nguruman in the Masai Mara game reserve. The other group followed in the opposite direction but were to meet us at the Mara a few days before our graduation in Nairobi.
Looking back at my NOLS course, I realize that it was the most difficult thing I had done in my entire 31 years. I had thought that my military training after working in the prisons was tough, but it was nothing compared to the first part of the course. We were traveling in freezing conditions where my feet were permanently wet, learning how to climb over boulders in preparation for climbing up the mountains, learning how to take a dump (that was tough) and survive without a shower for almost four weeks, and how to leave the environment clean.
The next part, which involved lessons in diving on the Coast, was also very significant to me. I had never anticipated being able to see the underworld without being thrown out by some boat that had capsized. I had never thought such beauty existed under water.
In the final part of the course, going through the Masai Mara, which I had done previously in the safety of a four-wheel drive vehicle, was a lesson in courage. I had always imagined that out of the vehicle you were dead meat but not so - we were not armed and never were.
I never knew how important NOLS was to become until after graduation on August 7. I could not believe the courage I had to get up those mountains, and it was only later, when I started making decisions I previously found difficult, that I realized where my guts had come from.
Suddenly, everything fell into place. I went back to my office at the prisons having made a number of decisions. In Kenya, government jobs until recently have been the most secure ones but it was easier for me to make a decision to leave after my experience at NOLS. I resigned a year later after working for the government for 13 years and decided to go into full- time journalism. But that didn't happen until after 13 months with the UN Habitat as a security officer.
NOLS was the beginning of my real life, one full of challenges that I was able to tackle - unlike previously when I avoided the difficult parts. The most gutful and rewarding of my experiences after NOLS was when I decided to enter a competition that I previously was scared of. In 1999, I entered for the first time our African Pulitzer, the CNN African Journalist of the Year competition. I gathered that no one would know that I had entered the competition, even if I didn't win any of the 11 different categories. But I cannot explain my shock at not only beating more than 1,100 entrants and winning the General News Print category, but also the overall award when it was announced last March. This is the most prestigious competition in Africa, and what excited me most is that I won the award on my entry on a very critical issue in Kenya - domestic violence, a major women's killer. According to the judges, what was unique about my story was that I had not featured the common Kenyan woman but the rare women leaders who many do not expect undergo such abuse, including a former member of the Kenyan cabinet and others.
For a print journalist (the award was shared for the first time with a broadcast journalist), the award included a cash award of about $10,000, five weeks training at Time magazine in London, attending CNN World Report in Atlanta, a lap top, a cell phone and numerous other prizes. I did all this while in my last stages of my first pregnancy. The award gave me a challenge to pursue a doctoral program on `Women as Peace Builders,' which I hope to do next year either in the U.S. or Britain.
I cannot imagine that other NOLS graduates around the world have not been positively affected by their course. Any time I face a challenge, I always look back to NOLS and tell myself, `if I did it then, what's this challenge to me now?

http://www.nols.edu/alumni/leader/01fall/secondlife.shtml

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Secret aid worker: 'It's time to talk about the dark side of development comms'

 It’s expected that communications professionals will use their contacts to get their organisation as much coverage as possible, but where do you draw the line? Photograph: Moof/Getty Images/Cultura RF
“Think outside the box,” I was told by my manager back in the US, when I asked them how on earth they expected me to promote a programme that was clearly failing. 
I come from a small country in Asia. I have been working at this development organisation as a communications person for several years. It has not been quite the journey I’d expected but, unlike my other colleagues, I get to write about the community, interact with them and get their stories out – that has been my biggest pleasure so far.
Running a development programme educating citizens about their rights is not easy in a country fraught with political instability but writing about it is even harder when the programme is battling to get off the ground. I struggle for good stories. 
The problem is perhaps me rather than the organisation. Like many communications professionals, I come from a journalistic background, but despite several years of being immersed in the PR world, I can’t quite get beyond the idea that most of the outreach projects we run are essentially propaganda, with little weight to them.
In this job, telling it as it is, writing what you see is not good enough. A capacity-building workshop or a report can’t just be called that, it should have several glorifying adjectives and a social media campaign.
Worse though is the feeling that much of what I’m asked to do by my superiors is ethically questionable. In a previous job with another big aid organisation, I was asked to make up quotes to “enhance” beneficiary case studies. When I refused, the programme officer acted surprised and told me: “It’s fine, I know what that person would say.” 
It’s also expected that communications professionals will use their contacts to get their organisation as much coverage as possible, but where do you draw the line? I don’t think it’s OK to call in personal favours to get out positive stories about a programme that isn’t delivering what it promised the community it would. My boss disagrees.
The international community is too focused on using gimmicks in outreach campaigns rather than considering who their audience is and what they want. I was recently asked to design an outreach campaign to educate the local community we work in about the work we do. So keeping in mind the low literacy rate of our audience and the limited access they have to online and print media, I designed a communcations campaign accordingly. However, that was considered old and outdated.
For my organisation, the use of new technology such as apps and social media held priority over the local regional media, even though I explained much of these were inaccessible to the people we were trying to reach. Too often people think that if a country has access to the internet and mobile phones, every one has access. They don’t consider the cost of mobile data, the literacy rate, or if the locals would even use their devices the same way as in the US and Europe.
Instead, we are told to shape our communication strategy around the coolest buzzwords making the rounds in the US or Europe. All because one person back at headquarters, who has no idea of what goes on in the more rural districts of this country, says so. There is little understanding that projects need to be tailored to each community, rather than just replicated on a grand scale.
While discussing my frustrations with other colleagues, I found out the reality of working in development comms was the same pretty much everywhere in the aid world. If the design of an outreach programme isn’t the problem, the focus of the communication concentrates too much on one person rather than the issue it is meant to be highlighting, or on the gimmicks, drawing attention to meaningless events with celebrities rather than grassroots outreach activities promoting behaviour change vital for the programme’s success. 
Often the programming team don’t think we know how to do our jobs either. With the best intentions, they want to squish each and every detail of their work into one story. They do not understand that the readers don’t care much about the technicalities of the programme. If they did, they would read the project documents and progress reports. 
Ultimately, I’ve learned that in the aid world, the visibility of a project based on its results, its intent and scope of work holds no value compared with the visibility of the department responsible for the project, or for the career progression of the few within a huge organisation.
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Secret aid worker: buzzwords are killing development

International development professionals love their buzzwords. Empowerment. Agency. Community-based. Human-centred. Equal partnership. Grassroots.
I work for an NGO in sub-Saharan Africa that uses all of these words on its beautifully designed website, full of high-resolution photos of smiling African babies. We are all about “empowering the community” with a battle cry of “Healthcare for everyone!” We take every chance we can find to let you know that we, like apparently no other humans on earth, believe that health is a human right.
When I was offered the chance to work here, all I knew about the organisation was what was written on its website. I was impressed. A small NGO with high quality graphics? Smiling babies? Empowerment? Sold. They spouted all the words I had learned about community-based development in class, so they had to be doing things correctly, right?
Wrong. Oh, so so wrong. Here’s what I have found.
We talk about empowerment, yet our patients and our staff members, many of whom are beneficiaries of the organisation themselves, have zero input into how decisions are made. In fact, many of our lowest-paid employees are expected to use their own salaries to pay for work-related costs, leaving them effectively with no salary at the end of the month.
We talk about agency, and yet our board of directors is 100% white. Not one person of colour or from the beneficiary country.
We talk about grassroots development, and yet many of our programmes are defined by the whims of American “experts” thousands of miles away.
We talk about equal partnership, yet the local government offers few to no resources to our health programmes. What motivation will they ever have to provide these necessary services to their own population when foreigners are continuing to provide it for them?
As a person of colour, I cannot help but see how my parents must have felt in the post-colonial country they grew up in. People who do not look like you, who do not come from your socioeconomic background, who do not share any of your life experiences are the same ones who are making decisions for your people. And it’s difficult to question these practices when you know you are receiving services that would otherwise be unavailable. I know I am part of the problem.
We Americans continue to make decisions, citing positive feedback and eternal gratefulness from African beneficiaries as justification for not involving them in the decision-making process. They’re happy having access to the healthcare we gave them, so why take the time to involve them in decisions that directly concern their lives?
Empowerment and agency and human-centricity have come to seem like euphemistic ways to get donors to feel like they are not engaging in neo-colonial practices by defining and determining the presence of healthcare for populations worlds away from their own.
To address this issue, we know we should be actively searching out local leaders in the community, hiring should be more diverse, and foreigners should be taking the role of support staff, not local. So why don’t foreign NGOs make these changes, when they know that they should? Crude pragmatism is the most often used excuse. “We’ll have an American in this role now, but eventually, we’ll hire local staff.” Or perhaps, “We’re doing our best, and it was just too difficult to find anyone else who could do this job.” Or, as all NGOs state, “We did not have enough funding.”
However, practices such as seeking out diversity and being intentional about the role of foreign staff often does not require additional resources. It does, however, require a commitment to critical reflection and to a constant, rigorous analysis of whether practice is truly reflecting the intention of the buzzword. And “doing our best” cannot be good enough when the future of communities and countries are at stake. Yes, perhaps it will take longer to train local staff to do the jobs young Americans can do with their fancy university degrees, but it is the responsibility of organisations who have taken on this work to do it correctly, or at the very least, in the way they say they are doing.
Sure, formalised colonialism is over. But now we have to make sure we aren’t implementing an even more insidious, neo-colonial system that gives white, rich people around the world the power to make decisions for countries that are not their own.
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Sunday, June 12, 2016

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Mum's Final Journey-Thank You All

April 20
Mum, last Sunday marked the 3rd Sunday that I panicked @21.00 for not calling you for our weekly Sunday chat only to remember you are in a better place where there is no pain or sorrow...As we reminisced with my brother Paul Njugunaearlier this week, we realised how we both had gotten our lives tuned to reporting to you on weekly basis, sometimes more than once, about one thing or the other – not because you asked us to, but because we felt it was necessary that you were aware about our goings on to get your motherly blessings...We pray that you will continue to watch over us from on high..

Thank You All

My brother Paul Njuguna and I and our families wish to express our heartfelt appreciation for the emotional, material and other support we received from our dear relatives, friends and colleagues in ways we would never have imagined. For those who attended mum’s burial at All Saints Church, Tigoni next to her best half and which, as I said in my tribute, the Kikuyu proverb: ‘We Bury Ourselves While We Are Alive’ was evident in the process leading to resting mum in her little earthly home away from us. Those who visited our homes in Thika and Naivasha, called, sent messages in cash and kind from Kenya and abroad, members of funeral committees and many others, you gestures were very humbling.

Those who attended, thank you. I will mention just a few…..Despite the fact that my brother Paul has not resumed duties after his mission in Somalia, his entire office including his boss Col Obonyo and other colleagues graced mum’s final journey and he was greatly humbled by the gesture.

Though my colleagues and members of Kenya Welfare Association in Namibia could not be there, they were ably represented by Purity Koko and their material and emotional contribution made so much difference towards a beautiful send off for mum. Thank you Namibia friends Jane Wambui,Rebecca EkuamRosemary Watu, Andrew Omollo, colleaguesLydiah WambuiEmmy WabombaJulius MtemahanjiHygeia ElvaNelly NghifimuleUnomengi Kauapirura, Emily Brown, Josephine Ola-Busari & Kenyans in Namibia that I am yet to know about, for your immediate emotional and material support during those first days when confusion reigned in my mind as I planned to travel home. The Kenya Diaspora Association led by Dr Shem Ochuodho’s material support from people I have only met in our Whatsapp group brought tears to my eyes and made me appreciate the groupings we are involved in. My cousins whatsapp group Mbari ya Edithi humbled us greatly – thanks to Jane Mburu and your siblings and uncle, Wanja Ngichu Waweru and Joe Irungu, uncle Eliud Ngichu and auntie Esther Wambui & sons, Mahinda Kariuki,George MuiruJoyce Mwangi, Sussie Mwangi, Serah Mwangi-Okeh for your material support all the way from where you live. My costi cuzos Naomi Kimuyu & Dan MweroEssie Nthusi &Nthusi NthulaGrace OngetiTim Muinga & auntie Lucy Wambui – very humbled by your presence and contributions.Sam Gathigi, let your parents know we were blessed to see them and uncle Hannington ChokweMuhia Karianjahii, seeing your mum and brother Sam brought such lovely memories from long time ago of friends who have stuck with us in happiness and in pain – thank you. Pauline Muthoni Githara, you were ably represented by your brother Muchai and little sister Wambui though your mum, a friend who has remained true in sickness and health was unwell and could not attend. My Bots buddy Hellen Kunyiha - a lovely surprise from you. Timothy Wambui, let your granddad Numa know we will always cherish him. Caroline Versaik, let your dad whom we will always call Bodyguard as he was exactly that to dad even in times of great danger means more to us than he knows and it was great to see him after a long time.
Surprise attendance of former media colleagues Kwamboka OyaroPriscah Kimani & Roseleen Nzioka at the funeral and your kind donations former colleagues Lilian Nduta andPauline Msalame humbled me while my inlaws Muthoni Githua and Esther Ngige were a blessing to see. Former school mates in primary school and secondary schools brought suprises! Peter Mwaurah, you and your family will remain special to us and thank you for convincing your cousin to trust me enough to get me a ticket before paying even when I had never met her – you taught me something about trust that will remain etched in me for ever and I pray that one day, I will be there for you too. Friends Maj Rtd David KarauNicholas MugweruSam Mwangi and your family, David Mutonga & Timothy Migwi Migwi Timothy and your parents, Joel Emisiko, and many others I do not know were there – I can’t thank you enough, Muranga Njihia – your family has been close to us and we appreciate them being among the first to be at home when mum was attacked by thugs last October and when she passed on April 12th – we do not take that relationship for granted – we appreciate them. My dear sister in law, Victorina MatsaliaDidi MatsaliaYvonne Meicy Mats - ever so thoughtful and ready – that lovely meal after the burial will remain etched in my mind for years to come – thank you. My niece Cathy Odhiambo and hubby and kids – your prayers, messages and presence....made so much difference...

From this whole experience, I personally learnt a number of things: people you interact with along the way can mean so much more than you imagine later, that social media friends can also be real friends – thank you Njambi Omondi and hubby - Facebook friend I had never met until mum passed on and sorry for your loss Njambi of your mother in law soon after. I learnt that Whatsapp group members can also be real friends in need – be there for them when they need you as you never know when you might need them – Dr Shem Ochuodho – that was a major lesson learnt from Kenya Diaspora Association Whatsapp group – most of whom I have never met. I also learnt that friends, colleagues we meet along the way, can also be friends in need when you least expect them and some you think are friends are just mates – nothing more – lets strive to be there for others when they need us.

We may not be able to mention all who attended and are on FB or not but be assured that we appreciated every little or major thing that they/you did for us during these past two weeks. Your prayers especially, have moved mountains before and thereafter and we will forever be grateful to you all. God Bless and Richly Expand your Boundaries (as a wise Kikuyu saying goes).

These few pictures from the more than 3000 taken are by Tijara Githinji, Arthur Muiru, Paul Njuguna, Wanja Njuguna and Jimmy Karish.

These songs meant so much during all this time and still do...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4o04D280MkE