choice versus circumstance in Tanzanian pre-schools

An article on early child development in Tanzania’s newspaper This Day ends with the following analysis

Usually, where there is need, there is opportunity. Realising the big demand for preschool education in Tanzania, many people are capitalising more on this situation to do business rather than provide good early childhood education. Many of the so-called preschools and daycare centres are unfurnished, staffed with unqualified teachers and located in run-down buildings without the necessary sanitation facilities. The prime concern of their private operators is money. Only a few preschools, largely run by religious institutions, offer a high-quality learning curriculum that helps cultivate in children skills for further education. Their standards have led to improved achievements by their former pupils.

But many other preschools being operated in private home grounds and backwoods simply cannot push forward the frontiers of a child’s learning. Yet, these are the places where the majority of low-income families crowd their kids because the cost is low.

The poor normally don’t realise that cheap things eventually cost double.

This strikes me as fundamentally contradictory. The final statement suggests that the poor are to blame, that they put their children in low-quality pre-schools because they fail to realize the poor long-term returns, when in fact the preceding observations suggest that very few options are even available. Would poor families be willing to pay more if higher quality institutions were available? Perhaps! Let’s give them a chance and find out! This echoes what I’ve been reading in Devi Sridhar’s The Battle Against Hunger: Choice, Circumstance, and the World Bank, which explores a nutrition program that focuses entirely on choice and insufficiently on the circumstances around the choice set.

the economist and the anthropologist

There is a story about an economist and an anthropologist which goes something like that: The economist asks the anthropologist, ‘I see you know everyone in this village closely, but do you know anyone outside this village?’ ‘But explain to me,’ replies the anthropologist, ‘you know a little bit about everyone in the world, but do you know anyone at all?’

Economist Amartya Sen, in the foreword to anthropolist Devi Sridhar’s The Battle Against Hunger: Choice, Circumstance, and the World Bank (2008)

awesome public health book (review): The Ghost Map: The Story of London’s Most Terrifying Epidemic – and How It Changed Science, Cities, and the Modern World, by Steven Johnson (read by Alan Sklar)

epidemiology, public health, urban planning, amateur activism, all rolled into a tasty narrative

“You and I may not live to see the day…and my name may be forgotten when it comes; but the time will arrive when great outbreaks of cholera will be things of the past; and it is the knowledge of the way in which the disease is propagated which will cause them to disappear.”  (John Snow to Henry Whitehead, p181)

I had heard the story about how John Snow essentially invented epidemiology by tracing cholera deaths to the Broad Street Pump in London, after which he removed the pump handle and the epidemic ended.  Johnson shows us that so much more was at work.  While John Snow was trying to figure out the source of the epidemic, a local clergyman was doing his own research, and the health board leaders were doing research to support their own – faulty – claims about airborne causes.  Johnson demonstrates not only the process of discovery but the challenging politics around trying to convince key leaders to remove the pump handle.  Just as interesting are the implications for public health and city planning even up until the present.  Johnson creates a very human, passionate narrative around all of this non-fiction, filled with nuggets (as when John Snow administered Queen Elizabeth’s anesthesia for one of her childbirths).  I completely recommend this important book: It wasn’t a pure page-turner, but it was interesting and it felt important.  Another great public health related book, written for younger readers, is An American Plague: The True and Terrifying Story of the Yellow Fever Epidemic of 1793, by Jim Murphy.  Ghost Map captures much more of the interconnectedness of the different sectors of society, though.

I listened to the unabridged audiobook narrated by Alan Sklar.  Good narration.

Note on objectionable content: Occasional non-Sunday School language when referring to London’s problem of disposing of human excrement.

Here is an excerpt from the New York Times Sunday Book Review:

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an abstinent Christmas for malaria mosquitos

This, from News Daily [here is the original research article in PLoS Biology]

Interfering in mosquitoes’ sex lives could help halt the spread of malaria, British scientists said on Tuesday.

A study on the species of mosquito mainly responsible for malaria transmission in Africa, Anopheles gambiae, showed that because these mosquitoes mate only once in their lives, meddling with that process could dramatically cut their numbers.

Researchers from Imperial College London found that a “mating plug” used by male mosquitoes to ensure their sperm stays in the right place in the female is essential for her to be able to fertilize eggs during her lifetime. …

“The plug plays an important role in allowing the female to successfully store sperm in the correct way inside her, and as such is vital for successful reproduction,” Flaminia Catteruccia of Imperial’s life sciences department wrote.

“Removing or interfering with the mating plug renders copulation ineffective. This discovery could be used to develop new ways of controlling populations of Anopheles gambiae mosquitoes, to limit the spread of malaria.”

resenha do filme Vidas Secas (1963)

lenta, seria vista (mas com esperança) da vida dos pobres no nordeste do Brasil

O filme começa e termina com quase a mesma cena: um homem, uma mulher, seus dois meninos, andando a pe. No tempo entre o começo e ao final, as vezes a vida melhora (o homem acha um trabalho de vaqueiro) e piora (o homem vai para a carcere por causa de um policial corrupto), mas a fundação, o permanente na vida da família, é o andar, o procurar alguma coisa, tomara que seja uma coisa melhor mas pelo menos algumas coisa. E se a melhorias não permanecem, pelo menos também não permanecem os azares da vida, porque a familia está determinada a sobreviver, seja qual seja o custo. O filme bem apresenta a perspectiva de todos na familia: a desesperação do homem quando a policia e os políticos se aproveitam dele, a desesperação quieta da mulher enquanto tenta manter a família comendo, o aborrecimento das crianças. Este último se reflete no fato de que se fala pouco no filme: de que há de falar?

Na última parte deste filme, uma das crianças pergunta para sua mãe: Como é o inferno? É um lugar para onde vão os condenados, cheio de fogueira, espeto quente. Uns momentos depois, o menino olha para o mundo em volta dele e observa: Inferno. Logo sua mãe sai a recolher agua de uma poça patética. Inferno.

Mas apesar de tudo, a familía acha esperança. Depois de tudo, há uma grande diferença entre a cena inicial e a final. Ao final, depois de achar e deixar um trabalho, de receber abuso da polícia, a mulher e seu homen andam falando do futuro, da possibilidade de – algum dia – de dormir numa cama de couro. De – como disse a mulher – ser gente.

Nota de conteúdo: Este filme se pode assistar por qualquer idade. Agora bem, provavelmente as crianças (e alguns dos adultos) vão dormir pela lentidão do filme, mas pelo menos não vão se ofender.

project placement bias in the evaluation of Christianity

If Christianity is true then it ought to follow (a) That any Christian will be nicer than the same person would be if he were not a Christian. (b) That any man who becomes a Christian will be nicer than he was before. … Christian Miss Bates may have an unkinder tongue than unbelieving Dick Firkin. That, by itself, does not tell us whether Christianity works. The question is what Miss Bate’s tongue would be like if she were not a Christian and what Dick’s would be like if he became one. …

We must, therefore, not be surprised if we find among the Christians some people who are still nasty. There is even, when you come to think it over, a reason why nasty people might be expected to turn to Christ in greater numbers than nice ones. That was what people objected to about Christ during His life on earth: He seemed to attract “such awful people.” (C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity [available in full on-line], Book 4, Chapter 10)

my funniest story ever

My wife and I were trying to think of funny stories, and this is my funniest story ever, from a visit to Uganda back in 2006.

Over the last few days, I’ve written a couple of letters to my wonderful wife D, but I haven’t had the chance to send them, so they’ve been sitting on the table in my hotel. This evening when I returned to my room after work, I went to get out my computer and found – together with the two letters I had written – another letter, written in an unfamiliar script! Here are excerpts:

Dear Sweetie,
How are you and your life generaly? From my side things are so fine the way you always see me through we don’t meet each other sometimes.
As far as your letter is concerned from yesterday, I read but I didn’t understand because…I thought you had written to someone else…
So sweetie, I also love you too much and if you are realy serious, I welcome you with my two hands in my arms. Also I am a born-again christian… [ME: One of my letters mentioned attending church.] Even I would feel good to be in your country if you could arrange and take me there to tour because I love the place….
BE SPECIFIC AND SERIOUS I VOW TO BE YOURS FOR GOOD AND EVER!
[and a bit more]
She goes on to suggest that she’ll come to my room early tomorrow morning or that I can call her tonight at 8pm at a number she provides. I read the letter at 8:25pm and tried to call but couldn’t get through!

This experience is all the more striking because it’s happened before: in 2000, I was staying at the Joyland Lodge in Busia, Kenya, and the woman who washed my clothes slipped a similar note into my clean laundry (with no unwisely left love letters to provoke her). She also mentioned coming to see my country. I’m amazed by the earnest willingness of someone to consider a marriage based on nothing but a couple of letters (or in the previous case, not even that) and my perceived citizenship in a wealthy country. And yet, as I look around me, I shouldn’t be amazed.

I’ve written a note that I hope is kind but clear and very apologetic for the confusion.
And then, the next day

When I awoke this morning, the note was gone, and when I returned home from work, I found another letter in the drawer by my bed:

Thank you very much. I appreciate the way you have told me through the letter because to be with two wives is committing adultery which is a very big sin. I wish you well and if you go back greet everybody and I encourage you next time to come back to [the hotel I’m staying at].

She also wished me blessings and safety in my endeavors and travels.

Good times…

the power of the poor

He [Petr Chelcický] saw war as a conspiracy in which the poor were duped into fighting to defend the privileges of the rich. If all poor people refused to fight, he argued, the rich would have no army and there would be no war. (from Kurlansky, Nonviolence, p51-2)

This is reminiscent of Aminata Sow Fall’s Beggar’s Strike, in which the poor deprive the rich of essential blessings made by giving offerings to the poor – that doesn’t do it justice; I recommend the book, it’s clever and subversive.

(graphic novel) book review: Aya, by Marguerite Abouet & Clément Oubrerie

life in Ivory Coast for an adolescent girl in the 70s was kind of like life in lots of places – an enjoyable little tale

Abouet emigrated from Ivory Coast many years ago, and this fictional narrative about three adolescent girls and their struggles to grow up and find their romantic footing draws on her memories. It takes place in Ivory Coast in 1978, when the country was really blooming economically (before many sad years ahead – there is a nice foreword that places the graphic novel in the broader context of Ivorian history).

The novel does an excellent job of teaching something about life in Africa without that being the goal: these are girls, with mostly the same concerns that girls probably have around the world, with some contextual constraints that affect their decisions, desires, and incentives.

I found it a light, quick escape with a little something more (the context). It took a total of an hour or so to read.  There is now a sequel entitled Aya of Yop City.  Thanks to Helge Dascher for the good translation (hidden on the copyright page: shame on you publishers!).

Note on content: Sex is implied, teen pregnancy is dealt with, and sexism is observed.

UK attempts to follow Larry Summers’ advice to ship waste to poor countries and fails (try a poorer country next time!)

Brazil returns hazardous UK waste

Around 1,500 tons of hazardous waste which arrived in Brazil from the UK labelled as recyclable plastic is on its way back, authorities have said.

The Brazilian Institute of Environment and Renewable Natural Resources said the cargo included used syringes, condoms and dirty nappies.

from the bbc

And you’re supposed to pay the poor country!

(And here is the Summers advice to which I refer.)

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