The following is a story a friend of mine just sent from an unnamed African country, where he is serving as the acting Country Director of a large international NGO:
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Once upon a time….
The first part of my mission is to officially close a 7 year 10 million dollar project, that includes officiating at the closing ceremonies, shaking hands and deciding the fate of all that equipment; 11 vehicles, 20 computers, 40 motorbikes, 2 offices, furniture and letting go about 100 staff people. Mmm. Ok.
So on Tuesday 25 September I loaded up the proverbial wagons and set out on an 8 hour odyssey towards the first of two towns which are the bases for the project. I am in the expat special Nissan prado with my accountant, my administrator and an armed military officer. Now, that is an unusual complement since usually we NGO types don't like guns in the vehicles , you know neutrality and all that but I am heading out with the severance packages for the entire staff which comes to about $70,000. Of course that's in the local currency which is about 4,40 pound boxes of cash. Ok so I have to sit in the back, let the military ride shotgun, its all good. I had been warned that sometimes there have been robberies on the road, no reason to get done over project money. I thought "this might be enough money to cause someone to do something stupid". Anyway I made the call. Our vehicle is followed by another with a logistics team (in a white landcrusier of course). They are gonna take a final inventory so I can decide the disposition of the stuff. So we are set.