In a small village in Ghana Dr. Cees Hageraats started in his own words the best development program in the world. And by doing so he is not afraid of creating a little controversy. “Children are suited better by learning to farm.”
He is not as well known as the great development economists Jeffrey Sachs and William Easterly, but equally convinced of his own ideas: physiatrist Cees Hageraats (71) from the North Holland Venhuizen performs in Ghana ‘best development in the world’ out. His hulking brown Jaco Form shoes symbolize his program. “The best shoes in the world. Wide until the end of the little toe. “Not fashionable. “With footwear is like with development,” said Cees. “How good your intentions are, help is only good if you do not – unforeseen – doing damage.” Cees came, Kpare was a village like all the other villages in the supreme northern Ghana. Dry. Arm. Five thousand people, mostly women, elderly and children -. Those who wanted to achieve something in life did not end there There was nothing. No hospital, no electricity, no paved road. Everything was green or reddish-brown color. The longer after the rainy season you got there, how the grayer tones. Every day the people went to their fields. All their stomachs were empty, they had to plow the earth with a hoe. Otherwise there was no food in the coming months on their plate.
Cees is what William Easterly ‘a seeker’ would call, a development which the poorest itself leaves indicate where their needs are. He started his program after the inhabitants of Kpare asked him to help them improve their health. Situation them But you can call Cees absolutely no development worker. “Development I do not care much, I want people to make their own choices.” Cees is a doctor who wants to build. No hospital in Kpare Also, an ambulance, he finds money wasted. And he sees the village children rather than building land sitting in the classroom. So there is still nothing in Kpare: no hospital, no electricity, no paved road. However, the residents consider him a hero. Batuure Dapilah the humored forties who has been appointed as program manager, Cees is proud: “Since the doctor came to Kpare is no one died of hunger.” Outside the village harvest Cees praise. Hans Unicorn of the UN Task Force on Hunger, which in 2008 was staying in Kpare, even speaks of “the best small programs that he has ever seen.
It is early May as a doctor Cees arrives in Kpare for the second time this year. He has not yet put down his bags, or the first villagers register all the vacant ‘clinic’, the geleembouwde colossus where he spends the night. One takes home brewed pito it, the other a chicken. Kanlanyang Batuure pressed the doctor a neatly folded sheet in hand. “Would like health insurance”, has a villager who can write on behalf of its out put. The forty farmer knows that Cees in Kpare is to ‘make the list’; notes how the villager wants to borrow this year and why. That’s why she hoisted herself after her ‘bad’ soon in a wrapping cloth to serve her. Request as soon as possible Last year received Kanlanyang and the other members of her women’s group every 20 to 130 euros for agriculture.
“I have hired additional workers so that I could harvest more,”
she says. Wilfred Tabomah (58) would like to receive money for chickens and a fence this year. “But the doctor thinks I’m not ready,” he said a little sadly. “I have had hens, but they have been set on fire by the Fulani (nomads who live on stockbreeding, ed).” Despite the setback, he stays by the doctors side the rest of the visit. The sturdy Kumba Banoo (45) brings them a pan saabo (solid puree) with spicy red sauce. She lives in the clinic with her husband and six children. In return they clean and plaster walls. Thanks to the clay inside the building remains fairly cool. Yet it is very hot, nearly 40 degrees, he spots on his brought thermometer – Cees after supper unrolls his mat in the courtyard under the stars. “Wilfred Bye, see you tomorrow.” Once the sun sets, there is little more than cooking, eating and sleeping.
The doctor found his calling forty years ago in Ghana. As a child of ‘a neighborhood worse than the Hague Schilderswijk “he dreamed of standing who had most need help. People Therefore, tropical medicine, he left at 29 to Jirapa near Kpare. However, once in the hospital of the mission he treated against all odds. “A man whose life I had saved on the operating table, was still starving to death because he could not work his land.” Cees wanted to set up small village clinics and provide preventive care. “People let live, keep alive rather than people.” But he had to stay on. Operating table Four years he succeeded when he returned disillusioned to Netherlands. He adopted still a handicapped girl from Kpare, whom he had already befriended during his stay. Thanks to the small Parri he remained connected with the community.
It took twenty years for Cees – now a rehabilitation specialist- to travel back to northern Ghana. When was wrought-up with work the late nineties, Kpare seemed the right place to go to. To his surprise, life deteriorated in the village. “Not because farmers grew less, but because they by ‘development’ were spending more money, for example, hospital bills,” said Cees. “The people had taken over western habits without considering whether they were better off as a result. They did not use clay pots, but plastic bins. Previously she threw the shards of a broken pot on the field. With time the clay transformed into earth. Plastic waste is also thrown on the ground now, but that does not perish. The whole village is full of shit. ” In 2000 the chief (village chief) and tendaana (landlord) wrote an urgent letter to all educated villagers in the great outdoors. “But the richer they were, the more extensive their problems,” Cees recalls. “One could not miss any money because he needed to pay off the roof of his second home, the other had his apartment building which was not yet finished.” Finally they asked if the white doctor wanted to help them. “I said ‘yes’ because I could,” said Cees. That was the beginning of the method-Cees.
Five o’clock in the morning. It’s still dark, but Kumba Banoo rummages around in the yard all the mud clinic. She makes porridge with salt for her guest. Life in Kpare starts early. Often at four o’clock, because everyone wants to be on the field by the first rays of light. If Cees wanted to, he could sleep through the clatter of dishes and sweeping of floors in the courtyard by takin out his hearing-aid. But he doesn’t want to. If he’s in Kpare, he wants to live in sync with people and so he goes into their rhythm. That does not mean he will be okay with everything. During his morning walk, he makes gets so annoyed that he immediately wants to return to the Netherlands. “Again nothing is cleaned up,” he grumbles at the sight of plastic bags on the worn path. “If people want help, they have to abide by my rules.” After consultation with program leader Batuure Cees decided to stay anyway. There is a funeral where he has to be. Making his ‘lists’ will have to wait. Kanlanyang gets her health insurance when he comes back later that year. Provided the major cleaning is completed. Paternalistic? Absolutely. “But I do think it helps a little,” said Cees. As with ‘operation clean pito’, where he teaches villagers that they should not continue. Their gourd with lukewarm beer on the floor Because once emptied, rinse pito-sellers the bowls into a bucket and fill it again. Sand and bacteria mix than the dishwater. If so drink pito has thick risk of diarrhea. So if Cees see males to market their gourd beside him laying in the grass, he immediately put his evil head. “I’m really going to pack my bags.” In order afterwards to explain: “Tomorrow you will see that they snatch their bowls from the ground as soon as I come. Tomorrow I can safely sit and have a drink. “
If Cees is Kpare, he is a doctor, counselor, benefactor and raid mayor simultaneously. So he got for each other as microcredit guru Muhammad Yunus is impossible: he provided loans to farmers and showed that the receiver 100 cedis per harvest an average of 200 cedis profit. With his knowledge as a rehabilitation specialist, he even succeeded in the local blind to farming. In a special field But sometimes pressed Cees sense sometimes too much through. For example, with the “clinic”. The doctor wanted to give a care Kpare post where people can go for a malaria cure or vaccination. A mud building, because traditional material is also suitable for modern facilities. Cees hired a special architect to design the complex and asked the local government approval. Everything seemed okay, the government even promised to post. A sister in the new post Dutch organizations provided funding and the villagers helped with mud lakes. But when “The Clinic” (so called because Ghanaians love so hospitals) was completed, the government got cold feet. They do not wish to make such a ‘backward’ building. Their nurse under So they set up their own office down with corrugated roof.
“Cees is sent by God,” says Hans Unicorn Task Force on Hunger. “But he’s too fucking stubborn.” Cees’ own ideas dominate, which sometimes leads to conflicts. And he does too much on his own. “He has no local government set up capable enough to keep. Everything running He stays away too long from Kpare, then falls silent progress. ” There’s the stubborn doctor, of course, disagree. He sends Hans Unicorn prior to this publication, even an e-mail to make that clear. Yet equally “If I never come back, then people find that unfortunate, but under the leadership of their traditional governance they may well continue.” He saw confirmed when he could not leave because he was seriously ill last year. Longer time to Kpare “The people were managing their own project with loans and grants.” Kpare did not deteriorate. “That’s just not so well kept on the lists. Program Leader Batuure is no strong accountant. ” It even goes so well in Kpare that the inhabitants afford not to go. Their fields on the day of the great feast of rain They laze under the big trees on the market. Meanwhile pull the elders back in a sacred piece of wood. There they slaughtered four goats and a long-haired goat. The blood dripped to the floor to vote. Ancestors favorable The meat for the villagers themselves. As with Asetrix and Obelix eat them at the end of this story a feast. Cees part of it. He runs his hand over the heart and gives Kanlanyang yet her health insurance. Then he dances with full stomach three laps around the big xylophones. The inhabitants of Kpare Cees find the best doctor in the world. However, his idea gotten nowhere imitation. Even now ‘agriculture’ and ‘food security’ at the top of the list of popular topics are developing. “With my lists that I approach my work, evidence still be a big charity grant on my last,” he says. “They thought I was doing too much. Another club would only give money for something tangible. A building, or solar panels. “A problem he runs into with regularity. The development is just like shoes. Even if we know that something is good, we would rather opt for the shiny exterior. Otherwise, we would all walk on Jacoforms.