Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Slush

Slush. The snow and rain are not quite as mushy or persistent as one would expect. This geek festival was named after that mixture which makes it extra cold and miserable in the Nordics this time of the year. Thank God, this year, there is a sprinkling of rain on the opening morning and as I make my way out to the train station on day 2, there is a half-hearted snow fall which I quickly brush off my hat and face.
Inside the slush hall, it is deliberately dark with neon lights and signs blinking everywhere - Meeting Place, WC (toilets), Evergreen stage, Microsoft, Danske Bank, Google start-up...an innumerable number of names and brands - the familiar and the not so familiar. Apple is conspicuous by its absence (or maybe I just missed it).
Here in these halls much dealmaking will be done; and one is reminded of smoky gambling halls. Every conversation is a pitch, for one never knows when the person you are talking to is your next investor, or an angel, or advisor. Everyone here can share a nugget that might ignite your business.
People from 132 countries we are told, 20,000 of us are gathered here to talk and hear about the current and next wave of innovations, about unicorns, and interestingly,also, about stewardship of the earth.
The Finnish are nice people, kind people, and surprisingly very Americanized - they play a lot of soul and R n B -the event starts with a duo of two black rappers; they have very American bravado in speech...no Dutch or German accents here. Everyone here we encountered is generally young and speaks English. Perhaps the proximity to Russia is what pushed them into the hands of the Americans (Finland is a young country and owes its independence to the Bolsheviks in 1917). This American link is alive at Slush; many of the innovators have spent time in Silicon Valley, and paid their dues to the gods of technology and innovation in California's ethereal streets.
But, if they were Americans, they would be nicer Americans. They retain the Nordic traits of care for the earth and human solidarity (by way of example, Finland scores first in the achievement of United Nations Sustainable Development Goals). During Slush 2018, the UN launched it's first technology station in Europe in Helsinki (UN Technology Innovation Lab), and various sessions alluded to the SDGs.
I heard about Slush for the first time, only last year. So I am privileged to have attended it; to have met interesting people and links that might come to future fruition. And here, then is the lesson for Africa, that, as Africans, there is a better use of our time than wall-to-wall religious events. While we are at fasting or at night prayers asking for miracles, some are getting together to innovate and solve problems here on earth. No miracles there.

Monday, December 3, 2018

Fragile state

In Finland. We visited Finnpartnership, one of the agencies which work in developing countries creating business networks. Finland has no colonial past, you see, so they are generally welcomed in places the British and French are reviled.
Here we were a cohort of young Southern Africans - black and white. One of the first slides they showed us was of the countries of the world. We zoomed in on Africa, naturally. Low income countries, most of us with only South Africa orange coloured as being Low Middle Income. Zimbabwe was a different country from any of her neighbours...similar only to South Sudan and Somalia...and the key to their pale green colour "fragile states". That label really shook me.
What is a fragile state? It cannot be the country of my beginning. But it turns out that there is a matrix which grade countries into this category. The matrix includes Security Apparatus, Factionalized Elites, Uneven Economic Development, Human Flight and Brain Drain, State Legitimacy, among other indicators. Zimbabwe has all of these and more; and it's neighbours, countries which were far behind Zimbabwe a mere 10 years ago, have moved ahead to be islands of stability and economic progress.
Fragile state...the country of my becoming teeters closer and closer to implosion.

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

thief on the cross

We were hijacked on Sunday night on our way from the airport in Cura. It had been a most successful business and social trip to Zimbabwe.
I suppose were followed from the airport...still trying to process it - and it happened so fast. The driver was keying in the code to open the gate and then next there is a guy in balaclava shouting at him and threatening him; then my door opens and one man with a bandana pulled over his face casually takes my laptop bag from between my feet. And then they ask for our money and phones. In a flash, property expropriation without compensation is complete!
 Everyone is fine (my colleague and the shuttle driver) - they were not violent and we gave up our money, valuables without resisting - these things will be replaced 10 fold. I am just very angry with myself (I am usually more careful), with the driver (he should have been checking behind him more), but that's how it is.
It got me thinking about the thief on the cross whom Jesus forgives. And about these guys who held us up; smirks behind their covered faces, cursing us and threatening to "just shoot" - the driver had a gun pointed at him; the one who came to my door was probably not armed. They just felt entitled to our money - hey, give us all of it - and to our property. My phone and laptop are probably not worth much; I was meaning to replace them anyway, and the bag they took was heavy with Mazoe rather than anything of value to them (but we could have been killed for that). Then there are the intangible things one loses - a diary with contacts and thoughts and research ideas; the half-finished documents and exam scripts; and then that inner peace, the ability to feel joyful. Everyone else seems to be going on about their lives...and you just feel, uncertain, unsure.
And so, how do you forgive that thief on the cross? Should he be forgiven?