
Over the last five years, one recurring question has filled me with singular distress: "so, what is it exactly that you do?". It would be so much easier to select from any number of other options - teacher, accountant, bricklayer. Certainly the butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker had all their bases covered. But, how to describe the role of a facilitation team? How to simply articulate the process of community counselling that stimulates, supports and transfers local community response?
In my search of an effective definition , I have been humbled by the simple wisdom of ordinary people whose intuition so perfectly captures our process with an economy that transcends words.
..."It's a little difficult to explain, Lunga". I am talking with 11-year old Lunga at a camp for children affected by HIV outside of Cape Town, South Africa. Lunga's still gaze is a study in too-early maturity, and when he next speaks it is with the quiet confidence of an old soul. "It's not that difficult", he replies. "I think I understand. You are the people who come to visit our mothers where they are working hard in the townships. When they are feeling tired, you tell them they are doing a good job, and not to give up. And it gives them strength to go on."
...Zachary is my 6-year old son who was learning about Careers at school. In the midst of friends whose parents were dentists, jewellery-sellers, art-teachers, Zachary explained that his Daddy travelled a lot. "He travels to visit people who are sad because the people they love got sick and died. And he listens to them and helps them feel better."
...In the urban township of Crossroads in South Africa, we were invited into a home by Andrew, a 40-year old widower who lived alone in a corrugated-iron shack. In the sweltering heat of the single-roomed dwelling, he asked us what we were bringing to give to the community. We clarified that we had been invited by some other community members - to visit; to learn. To learn about life, their lives, his life in this place. An hour later, as we exchanged goodbyes in the manner of long-time friends, Andrew called me away from the group and whispered, in a tone almost conspiratorial: "I thought you people were like all the others who come here with their promises and their solutions. No one ever comes here to ask us what we think. But you people are like door-keepers - you only help us open the door so the real light can shine inside".
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