Time and time off again

On two occasions recently, I have spoken to friends who have described their current workload in their chosen profession as ‘fine’. These conversations stand out precisely because they are so unusual. Most of my friends and colleagues seem to operate in a world where there are ‘simply not enough hours in the day’. If ever a phrase is nonsense, surely this must be it. So how do we redress the balance?

With regards my chosen profession of teaching, I wrote previously that nobody seriously believes that teachers work the bare minimum of hours. Indeed, recent research has shown that, whilst there have been some improvements since 2016, workload remains a significant issue for teachers, impacting recruitment, retention and wellbeing.

I feel that my perspective from the London 2012 project is worth mentioning here. In the final months and weeks before the 2012 Games began, I lost track of the number of interactions with friends, family and others that began along the lines of, ‘I bet you’re busy at the moment’. And that was true. However, I now find that every single term time is permanently akin to the weeks before the Games. I’ll state that again to make it crystal clear: every single day that I have spent in teaching has been lived at the intensity of being on the verge of the greatest show on earth.

Now I don’t mind the intensity; in fact, I relish it to some extent, and realise that busy people attract more work precisely because they get things done. But the quid pro quo of this intensity is the regular opportunity to recharge physical and emotional reserves during holiday periods. Teachers and children need the opportunity to sharpen the saw and, without them, I wonder how many teachers might have opted for a different profession in the first place.

Which brings me to an issue I have with the design of holidays in both the state and independent sectors, and the disparity which has emerged between them. Why are state schools mandated to provide 190 days of education whereas independent schools are not? Being employed in the independent sector and volunteering in the state sector, this disparity is unhelpful, unfair and, critically, not motivated by a desire to improve the education offered to the children. Furthermore, the disparity incentivises teachers to teach in the independent sector, and discourages them from returning to the state sector thereafter.

Hands are though tied in both sectors about the minimum amount of time that children can spend in school, not because it takes that time to cover the curriculum (otherwise all schools would have the same minimum) but because that was the decree of the government in 1999 which prioritised then, and continues to emphasise now, the negative impact on parents of shorter days or terms. The debate in recent times has focused only on extending the school day, ostensibly to improve opportunities and bring state schools more in line with independent schools with the extra-curricular offering, even though the financial motivation was once again all too apparent. Is it any wonder therefore that pupils, parents and teachers all had negative views about the freedom to increase the length of the school day if they were not also given the freedom to adapt term dates? The potential improvements for children identified by the EEF are surely worth exploring.

Ironically, the conformity of school holidays has of course attracted attention in the form of holiday prices and hence school absences. Parents prioritising their pockets has contributed to over 10% of children being taken out of school during term time, with learning disrupted inevitably for pupils and teachers no less accountable, even though parents have often quite rightly stressed the breadth of opportunity that they are trying to afford their progeny. With deregulation and choice seemingly the mantra of recent education policy, shouldn’t increased choice of when to holiday be afforded to all parents, just as it is in the independent sector where the wealthiest currently get to benefit from the cheapest holidays?

My view is that all schools should be able to set their term dates and lengths of days and weeks (Saturdays included), always with a view to prioritising the education of the children. Adjusting or extending school days, for instance to facilitate teenage sleep, could improve educational outcomes for all, as well as help to provide a greater range of educational opportunity. At the same time, staggering holidays would not only enable this change to happen in the first place, but also provide choice to parents and teachers. It would at the same time help to regulate demand on utilities like transport and improve access to popular holiday activities like visiting museums (the London Transport Museum was packed this half-term week).

Controlling time might be an elixir, but this simple adjustment might benefit children, parents, teachers and wider society time and time again.

Researching Choices

Yesterday, I started a Masters in Education back at Cambridge. I am thoroughly looking forward to the opportunity to learn from other teachers and, more importantly, to reflect upon my own practice during the course of the next twelve months. However, the university will not be awarding the badge for thinking and reflection and I am also faced with the daunting prospect of writing a 20,000 word thesis about a topic of my choice; that is 20,000 words of substantive text not including references and appendices. It promises to be another busy academic year.

The choice that I now face is what to write about. I have two ideas that really interest me, both of which I have blogged about before: transition readiness; and genetically influenced education. Both topics are huge and fraught with ethical considerations and will hence prove controversial and even potentially confrontational. Never one to shirk a good discussion, I can’t wait.

Leatherhead, 27th September 2015

School transition readiness

It’s been nearly a year since I wrote my last blog which is both a reflection of a dearth of ideas and being too busy settling into my new school. I have missed writing them though.

I recently found out that I have been accepted onto the course to complete a Masters in Education at Cambridge University next year. Far from being at odds with my previous blog, this will I hope allow me to develop and demonstrate my academic prowess whilst I continue the learning process with the practical aspects of the job of teaching. The offer has though turned my thoughts to what to write an extended piece of research about and one early idea is transition readiness.

The idea that the current transition from primary to secondary education is ill-timed first crystalised in my head about a year ago now when I observed a Dance class for Year 6 children at a school in Cambridgeshire. To say that I felt out of my depth to be able to teach such a class would be an understatement, as I have also felt when trying to teach upper primary school children Art, Music and Languages. This is of course the reason that many primary schools outsource these lessons, as well as those in Sport, to specialist teachers but the fact this does not happen in other subjects, most notably the core subjects, worries me.

I now find myself at a school where the children are fortunate enough to have specialist teachers from Year 5 onwards in all subjects. And I see no reason why this model could not and should not be the aim of all primary schools in order to allow children to fulfill their potential where they are showing aptitude. Most importantly, the children would experience better teaching and, as the Sutton Trust has demonstrated, content knowledge and quality of instruction are the two factors with the strongest evidence of improving pupil attainment. I also think it would improve the workload for teachers who currently have to prepare lessons in subjects they lack knowledge and confidence in. Effectively, this would bring the transition to secondary education forward by two years.

This then started me thinking about the other potential benefits of moving the transition to secondary education. Not only would children and teachers benefit, the primary school system which is creaking under the pressure on school placeswould be at least temporarily relieved buying more time to build the necessary infrastructure and train the necessary staff to keep the primary sector afloat, especially in geographic areas experiencing significant pressure.

There is also a further benefit I see, reflected in the horror felt by teachers, parents and the media alike when discussion about sex education in primary schools has been discussed. Evidence suggests that diet has caused puberty in humans to start earlier. There is also a plethora of research ongoing about the impact that modern society is having: from clothing such as bras for young children to rising levels of mental health issues. Primary school teachers often feel ill-equipped to tackle these issues, a challenge which would be reduced by moving transition to secondary school earlier where teachers are more used to facing the issues arising from puberty.

Whether this is a good idea or not, I find it surprising that I can find no reference to such a debate taking place in government, schools or unions. This is what has further inspired me to want to complete a Masters (and potentially go further) to be able to address the matters that concern me with education in the UK. It is yet another reason why the College of Teaching is such an excellent and overdue idea.

Leatherhead, 9th April 2015

University: what’s the point?

It’s that time of year at universities around the country when the views of the students are sought. Which has inspired me to finally crystalise the below thoughts…

Having been fortunate enough to attend two universities ranked in the world’s top 100, you would think I might be a passionate defender of a university education. I am, I hope, aware of just how fortunate I am to have been able to make this choice in my life and I would make the same choices again were I to be able to rewind the clock. However, the reasons why I would do so should at least make higher education institutions think, and possibly cringe.

At Durham, I learnt to live independently, I met many friends, I played a lot of sport and I had a great time growing up. Incidentally, I did just enough work to get a good degree, usually in complete absence of any academic guidance from the faculty. Not coincidentally, on the reputation of the degree and my extra curricular interests, I secured a well-paid job. At Cambridge, I have learnt how to teach; however, the impact of the school mentors who have trained me and my fellow students that were also enticed by the reputation of the university have significantly outweighed the impact of the course itself. With a couple of notable exceptions at both institutions, the quality of the teaching has been shocking. But of course the majority of the ‘teachers’ are not at universities to teach just as many students are not at university to study their subject; hardly a perfect symbiosis.

I attended a debate at the Union Society when I first arrived here asking whether university was a wise investment (the full debate is here for anyone with an hour to spare – although don’t watch the questions unless you want to be reassured that stupid people can get into Cambridge). Of course, the fifteen year gap between my university experiences has heralded the advent of tuition fees resulting in significant debt. Notwithstanding the likely prospect that a significant number of debts will never be repaid, nor the national differences from our imperfect union, one of the central tenets of the ‘no’ argument was that universities are yet to grasp who their new clients are. With this in mind, there are significant threats to many institutions, such as global competition for the most pre-eminent thinkers, the advent of MOOCs, and fear of student debt.

So, would I choose to burden myself with £40,000+ of debt to be taught by people who want to research, not teach? Well, as a humanities student who has never been called upon to use any of my historical knowledge nor few of my research skills in my various jobs, I would still argue that the financial prospects would say yes; resoundingly. Equally, the absence of a degree on my CV would likely affect me in all kinds of ways that I can barely imagine due to the prejudice associated with the expectation of having one. My social life would be very different too. Perhaps I am just a wealthy hypocrite but therein lies the injustice.

I am of course someone who had no idea what I wanted to do at 18 and therefore chose a non-vocational subject in order to delay the decision; I am fortunate that I could make that choice in a time before tuition fees but just as I was far from alone at Durham I suspect there are plenty of prospective students today who wish they were as fortunate. There will always be those who have a clear vision and who will choose their degree accordingly. But, whether intended or fortuitous, the benefits of attending university as an undergraduate are so much more than an imperfect academic education.

For these reasons, I expect more corporate input into universities, something captured in this editorial in the Observer today. Not only do employers want people with the potential to become skillful employees, they want mature individuals who have learnt to live independently, who have other interests and who have a network of likeminded friends. Employers helping to fund degrees would also demand the skills that they want from their employees, such as to communicate, negotiate, empathise and report, all skills which could be coached better at university. Although many academics would be distinctly uneasy at, indeed ill-suited to, this change, the writing is surely already on the (red-brick or plate glass) walls.

Cambridge, 25th May 2014

Sign up, join in, strike out

Two of my friends are currently being coerced into joining a teaching union. Whilst one is receiving multiple phone calls from union representatives having left contact details at a recent university fair, the other is being told that by not signing up he is undermining the position of everyone else who has joined the union. These tactics are not only manipulative and alarming, they undermine the credibility of union membership. As a new member of the teaching profession, BOGOF and similar style incentives to join a union allied to a rather masonic secrecy in staff rooms further persuade me that these are not professional bodies and I would prefer not to sign up.

However, my real issue would be joining in. Now I should state here that I share significant concerns with unions about various changes to the profession: performance related pay, tests for 4 year olds, untrained teachers in classrooms, and chronological rigidity in the primary history curriculum amongst other changes are all misguided and sorely lacking in corroborative research. That said, striking is absolutely not the solution and does more harm than good to the profession: not only are children and parents the biggest losers every time a strike takes place, the already maligned professionals look like Kevin the teenager standing in the playground complaining ‘it’s so unfair’.

As a serving policeman where striking is illegal for public safety, so striking should be illegal for anyone who believes in a child’s right to an education. Kahneman’s loss aversion theory explains the asymmetry of feelings about concessions in negotiations between teachers and the government, but if teachers feel strongly enough about change then we have ample time to protest during school holidays. This would generate significant credibility for the cause by demonstrating the strength of feeling to protest in our own time, avoiding disruption for parents, and ensuring that education of the children remains sacrosanct.

Sympathy and credibility would be further generated by scrapping Baker days which once more inconvenience parents and harm the education of the very people we are here to support: having just had a two week break, many schools will be child-free today to give teachers time to plan or professionally develop. I was also staggered to find out recently that parents’ evenings are now often parents’ mornings or afternoons, once again disrupting the lives of parents and the education of children. Nobody with any credibility seriously believes that teachers work a 7 hour day from 0830 to 1530 but just as performance related pay is misguided because we don’t do this for the money so seeking sympathy and compensation for the hours worked is misguided if we militantly disrupt those we serve.

All of which leads me to believe that a better and more credible association of teachers than a union would be professional bodies similar to medical colleges. Just as these colleges are divided into specialisms such as surgery and anesthesia, so teaching colleges could divide into early years, primary, secondary humanities, secondary sciences, etc, reflecting the level of training and specialism required for these branches of education. Similar to other professional institutions, these colleges would be responsible for stipulating and recognising professional development. Whilst aspiring to the level of professional credibility that doctors have might be currently fanciful (although Finnish teachers would dispute this), professional colleges would disarm those pathologically opposed to unions who find it so easy to malign the profession when we are busy shooting ourselves in the foot. In that way, we would avoid the risk of striking out and instead be on our way to the major leagues.

Cambridge, 22nd April 2014

Lifelong learning

I have lost count of the number of times over the years that I have said that I am at my best when I am learning. At various stages in my life and career, this has not been the case and I have been bored and apathetic as a consequence; not that I have always known it at the time (although my friends and family will have done!). Learning of course takes many forms, from emotional to factual to coordinational, and everything in between. I read recently of an experiment conducted in the 1960s that confounded psychologists at the time in that it appeared to reveal (in chimps) an innate desire to learn for the sake of learning, without the prospect of extrinsic reward or judgement. Take that, performance related pay!

I have just finished the excellent book, ‘the Sports Gene’, by David Epstein (despite, or maybe because, of his background, I think he should have called it something like ‘the Talent Gene’ so as not to scare off those people who find sport anathema – it is about so much more than sport). Exploring the complexities of the nature vs nurture debate, the book details the growing understanding that we have for the role of genetics. Even in 2014, it seems we have barely scratched the surface of unlocking potential in the human genome and there is plenty of exciting work currently underway.

Needless to say, it is a controversial topic and advocates of Ericsson’s 10,000 hours theory, such as Matthew Syed (see Bounce), will I am sure bristle at some of the insights and suggestions. It is uncontroversial to think of height, hair colour or other forms of physical resemblance as genetically inherited; in fact, parents usually revel in it. However, whilst some people might seek solace in seeing a disease or obesity as a genetically inherited trait, the postulation that memory or perseverance could be inherited would immediately cause academic and popular consternation.

But, obese and persevering people, it seems to me that you can’t have your cake and eat it too: why should some things be inherited and others not, simply because it appears at first unpalatable ethically that this might be the case? Epstein is commended by various reviewers of his book for tackling some of these issues head on. And yet, as the research he explores continues apace, I am sure his steps will soon appear somewhat timid. We are of course mired by twentieth century efforts at human genetic manipulation and yet, at the same time, we take genetic modification for granted in horse racing and dog breeding.

This unnatural selection has sometimes caused genetic problems for the breeds in question and yet it has also allowed unethical humans to push the boundaries of speed, trainability and beauty, amongst other characteristics. What I like about Epstein’s book is that it begins to point to the positive potential of knowing about your own genetic makeup; how you can use the information about yourself to make better decisions about your lifelong learning, such as eliminating strenuous exercise if you are prone to hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. Yes, your lifelong learning, meaning I share Epstein’s view that nurture is just as important as nature to who you are and who you become, if not who you start out.

Sure, in the wrong hands or with the wrong intentions, genetic information could be fraught with despondency and manipulation, but it seems to me that, whether we like it or not, this ship is sailing and we have a choice: ignore it and pretend we all have unlimited potential or embrace it and recognise that our diversity is our strength and right. There needn’t be a clash between science and ethics if we view the glass half full. Of genes; ready to make a cocktail. I, for one, wish I knew what was in my glass so that I could make better decisions about my future. But perhaps I inherited positivity and curiosity too!

Addendum: I started wondering why I write these blogs. Perhaps nobody reads them but me. However, I would still write them as it helps remind me of what and how I was thinking. It is somewhat indulgent and pretentious of me to store these musings online but it also helps give me some perspective on my own views as well as keeping me honest enough to keep doing so.

Southampton, 16th April 2014

Learning to teach; teaching to learn

As many of you will know, I have talked about becoming a teacher for many years now. My first foray into the profession was a student placement at Danes Hill Prep School in leafy Surrey during my first gap year (currently numbering 3) in 1995/6. This experience of working with children aged 7-13, admittedly primarily as a sports coach, inspired me to go away with Camp America at the end of my first year at university and then to work with Camp Beaumont in the UK at the end of my second year. A PGCE and a career in teaching beckoned.

So what happened? Well, firstly I rather accidentally applied for a job at Andersen Consulting (instead of watching Neighbours before hockey training in my second year at uni) and then I got dazzled by the sharp suits and affluent behaviour witnessed on two trips to France as part of their interview process. The subsequent job offer, with my student debts, was too good to turn down and I told myself sternly I would stay for two years to collect the signing on bonus and then I would become a teacher. A familiar pattern emerged as I found reason after reason to delay the ambition to teach in favour of a shorter term opportunity.

But, as any of my teaching friends reading this will know, I was always asking them about their experiences and schools. I even lost at least two bets to become a teacher by a certain stage of my life. Well, having finally been lucky enough (and unlucky enough – for a good perspective on luck, watch this video by Tim Minchin) to be able to take the plunge and fulfill the ambition, how do I feel and, more importantly, what have I learnt in the first month?

Well, most significantly, I still have a passion for working with children. Their eagerness to learn coupled with their innocence, whilst not always apparent, means it can be an extremely rewarding and motivating experience to teach; when you get it right. When you get it wrong, it can be merciless. I wrote in an essay recently that if you fail to prepare, then you should prepare to fail. Not heeding my own advice, whilst meteorically stupid, has taught me, in a way that anyone would be able to grasp (i.e. by making a mistake and living the consequences of that mistake), why that expression applies so much to teaching, perhaps more than it did even with the Olympic and Paralympic preparations.

I formally paid lip service to the notion that I knew I had a lot to learn and that I realised that I had to work hard to become the teacher that I want to be. I now realise how true both of these sentiments are. Fortunately, I find myself at an incredible institution where the history and culture of learning is apparent at every turn. If I couldn’t find this an inspiring, if not a little daunting, place to learn then it’s fairly obvious what the prospects for a career in education would be.

The only negative I have found about Cambridge so far, a familiar complaint from the locals I am told, is the kamikaze cycling. Whether there is a culture of aiming for each other and pedestrians or whether their academic heads are so much in the clouds that their spatial awareness is impaired, I find it safer cycling around the Elephant and Castle roundabout in London or through the streets of Lusaka in Zambia than I do cycling or walking here. For me, culture makes all the difference, hence why I feel in such safe hands with my learning if precisely the opposite is the case with my cycling.

Cambridge, 20th October 2013

Reflection and reciprocity

OK, I lied. I said the last blog would be my last but I mean it this time! The reason for the final post is twofold: firstly, I have been asked so many times since I got home, ‘how was it?’, or words to that effect, that I feel I should try to find a way to express how it was in writing; and secondly, more importantly to me at least, is that I have been trying to understand how I feel about the experience, not least so I can better answer the aforementioned question. It has not been easy to sum this up when asked so here are my reflective thoughts, so far at least, on the last couple of months, as well as a few thank you’s for those who made it possible.

I am sure we have all heard of friends and loved ones in our lives having life changing experiences; well, this was not a life changing experience for me. I am sure we have also heard of other friends falling in love with Africa; well, I have not fallen in love with Africa, not least because the very notion seems frankly ridiculous to me – since when did anyone fall in love with Europe?! (Other than a few francophile plutocrats who should have known better.)

I did fall in love with the Zambian bush, with its hugely diverse flora and fauna and spectacular topography, not least the remarkable, humbling and awe inspiring Victoria Falls – more, to me at least, than just some water passing over a bit of rock, as one of my colleagues this summer postulated. I would not hesitate to recommend to anyone a visit to help restore the constitution and the faith that mankind hasn’t yet blighted vast tracts of land on our only planet. I will also always recall fondly the people I have been lucky enough to work and live with in the last two months, especially Sammy, Stephen, Joe, Ashlea and George; they have brightened up my days, made me laugh, worked hard and taught me lots: thank you.

I also had a great time teaching a few classes at the Fountain of Hope school and orphanage; teaching a class of approximately fifty children for ninety minutes, with a significant range of English language and concentration abilities, about my hitherto far from specialist subject, ‘Textiles and Fabrics’, with a couple of minutes notice and less than a page of instruction, will live with me a long time and always help give me perspective with my teaching career. Witnessing the UK students on the IDEALS programme grow into their coaching and mentoring responsibilities during their placements was also a pleasure, not that I can take any credit for that.

The cynic in me wonders how big an impact we are actually having in terms of development, admittedly a complicated concept and one I am sure is the subject of much debate. I believe we do have a big impact on the children that we work with, helping them with their knowledge and skills as well as, more significantly, with their self-esteem; I cannot quite imagine how life-affirming it is for a child who has been living on the streets for years, most likely afflicted with the drug of choice in the Lusakan markets, a form a aeroplane fuel known as ‘sticka’, to be able to have a shower, be given a clean set of clothes, to be fed, to be given a roof over their head and a bed to sleep in, and even just to be hugged. Once more, witnessing that transformation on my final day in the city will live with me forever.

But could the impact be greater? Could the money be more wisely invested? Do those returning to the UK from their experiences make a lasting difference to the lives of the people that they once worked so closely with? Maybe is the best answer I can come up with, not least because development is such a complicated concept that I am not sure I, or anyone else for that matter, has the vision, omnipotence, integrity and compassion to manipulate development for the general good, whatever that is. Just think about it from the Zambian government’s perspective: with limited budgets and infrastructure, what do you invest in first? Roads perhaps to facilitate commerce; or electricity to do likewise, both populist measures assisting with re-election strategies.

If I were President of Zambia, a notion that requires more than a small leap in the imagination I admit, the best idea I can come up with is that I would focus first and foremost on rooting out all forms of corruption, everywhere and anywhere it appears: ministers, companies, the police, the media, etc. Although it is far from an easy challenge to change a patronage model where the long term benefits are as difficult to understand as the notion of development itself, and contrast so sharply with the ephemeral incentives to behave otherwise, I believe that a focus on corruption would have the single biggest impact on life in Zambia. It would inspire trust, encourage investment and set an example, both locally and more widely, a form of political utopia beyond any political system I have yet witnessed unfortunately.

I am certainly not suggesting giving up and I hope the general course of travel is correct; I am sure Sport in Action is a well run body making a difference in the lives of thousands of children across Zambia. So that brings me back to things I do know and how I feel. And how I sum up the last two months… I have learnt a lot, about life in Zambia and about myself, developing a better understanding of happiness and of poverty, meeting some fantastic people and seeing some inspiring sights, as well as a few haunting ones. I have neither changed nor fallen in love but I have developed, personally at least. Travel is of course the curse of all ignorance and therefore I am now a little less ignorant than I was before. With a long road still ahead I hope, wherever that may lead.

Finally, in addition to those I have thanked already, I would just like to say thank you to The Perfect Day Foundation and to Durham University, to Laura Williamson and Peter Warburton in particular, as well as to the Vodafone Foundation and Steph Branston, without which my drive to reduce ignorance would not have been possible this summer!

Posted in 2013

Harmony in the aisles

In a few minutes time, I fly home. Therefore, this will be the final blog. Phew. That’s from me as much as it might be from you!

Seriously, I hope you have enjoyed reading these blogs even half as much as I have enjoyed writing them; if they had only been for my recollection in years to come and to prove that I was safe and well to loved ones (yes, Mum, that’s for you!), I would have considered them a worthwhile exercise. With an impending university course ahead of me, they have got me back into a habit of research and expression that I am sure will prove useful too though. And the fact that there have been well over 3000 page views (and that is without counting the published blog too) and a few of you have encouraged me to keep going means I believe at least some people have enjoyed these musings.

Firstly, I am pleased to report that the 2nd Wallace Tournament on Saturday was a resounding success. A few last minute stresses and disagreements, as with any event, were overcome and the children had a great day out playing sport, being with friends and developing a few new skills. The Shoprite sponsorship went down really well and I especially enjoyed the story of the girl who had never eaten a mars bar before, wondering what it was, face lighting up at the taste. Not perhaps an ideal sporting supplement but she was playing volleyball in over 30 degrees celsius of heat so I suppose she deserved it!

I was also fortunate enough to spend the rest of the weekend enjoying a few last Zambian sights and sounds… Firstly, a visit to the (in)famous nightclub called East Point, followed by the even more salubrious African Braai. Then, in rather contrasting circumstances, a visit to the United Church of Zambia for some gospel singing on Sunday morning. It strikes me that if we have half as much success with international development as the missionaries across Zambia had with spreading the gospel then we will be onto something and Zambia will look very different one hundred years from now. Whether we do what we do with the same zeal or not is open to debate I would say but the sport for development cause could be equally impactful I believe. Long may it continue.

So, finally, what am I going to miss about Zambia? Lots of things of course, just as much as there are other things I definitely won’t miss. Having already detailed some of the things I won’t miss, I asked for some feedback from various expats here as to what they miss: the usual list of cars with brakes, reliable electricity and water and less dust were also supplemented by, more bizarrely, a yearning for pavements – I doubt that is at the top of the Zambian government’s to-do list! So what will I miss? The people most certainly, especially those named previously on this blog, but that was almost a given. And, in no particular order, the following: crazy adverts (especially for Harvey Tiles); the general xenophilia; the fact I haven’t seen rain for two months; the sun sets; the children; the IDEALS students and team leaders; and the general happiness, difficult, perhaps impossible, to put my finger on exactly what that means and how it manifests itself but everyone who has been here will know what I mean. And, who knows, I might even miss the nshima!

So, as the Zambian’s might say, it is time to knock off. Come again, boss? Yes, please. Or am I just speaking too much British?!

Posted in 2013

Sport (in Action) makes a difference

Having become a little political in some of the recent blogs, this one is most definitely a return to the core reason for being here in Zambia, namely helping Sport in Action with their corporate relations strategy. As a reminder, Sport in Action is the Zambian NGO that provides sport for development programmes for over 130,000 children per annum across Zambia. Sport for development is more than just sport; it is sport, and all the good that comes with it such as exercising for health and working in a team, but it is also then making use of the opportunity that sport presents to impart messages that will serve the participants faithfully throughout life. Here in Zambia (and across Africa), that means addressing the threats of malaria and HIV, for instance, or empowering girls and women to know their rights and opportunities. The link between the sport and the life skills is both blunt – using the fact that people come together for sport as an occasion to spread useful messages – and more subtle – using the teamwork required to win a netball game as an analogy for how to work together to achieve social change, for example.

Being unfamiliar with so many things when I first arrived here, it was difficult to understand how well run Sport in Action is and how to make a difference in merely two months. The organisation has been operating since 1998 having been the first sporting NGO to be set up in Zambia. The first few years were characterised by rapid growth and significant change and the organisation quickly made a name for itself, both here and further afield where the sport for development agenda was gaining momentum, not least as a means to help tackle the eight United Nations’ Millennium Development Goals. In 2006, the now seven British universities of the Wallace Group began to support the activities of Sport in Action by sending students each Zambian winter (British summer) to assist with the coaching and mentoring of the children in SIA programmes in Lusaka; some of these students even got to work in more rural areas, as I was able to witness yesterday, helping SIA expand their operation to seven of Zambia’s ten provinces. The pace of change has slowed over the years as the business has consolidated its activities but the calibre of the staff, and the qualifications that those staff achieve, have always been a source of pride for the SIA management team.

Having now seen SIA in action, if you’ll pardon the pun, for the last two months, and also been able to juxtapose their operation with other business practices here, I am impressed with what I see. Frank, the Director, has a reassuring and pragmatic approach whilst also being well connected with various sporting, media and business organisations. Mwape, the head of programmes, navigates a well drilled ship as they deliver the huge number of programmes across such a vast area and with challenges which would terrify your average teacher in much of the developed world. And as for George, the head of administration, he is a savvy operator who knows how to get things done, tireless in his endeavour and always friendly in his demeanour. The remainder of the team of site coordinators, peer leaders and other management staff, too numerous to describe individually, but all proud and considerate in their approach, set a tremendous example to both the children they work with as well as the other organisations they come into contact with, such as Kicking Aids Out and Save the Children.

The organisation is not without its challenges of course. Most apparent is how to satisfy and fulfil the career paths of a cadre of staff who are both intrinsic to the culture of the organisation and, far from coincidentally, ambitious and eager to make a difference; this conundrum requires a specific focus in its own right I believe, and if any of you reading this know a good HR professional looking for an engaging and rewarding experience then I want to speak to you.

Equally challenging is how to continue to raise the funds to operate the programmes. Whilst many of the staff are either not paid at all, working out of love or as part of an apprenticeship, or are paid indirectly in the form of education and accommodation allowances, the business still requires funds to operate and the myriad non-commercial backers at the moment have far from bottomless coffers. Therefore, one of my targets was to demonstrate how to secure a sponsor and then how to look after that sponsor so they might invest again in future. SIA has been successful in the past at securing sponsors for events but this success has not always been consistent across years, sports, events and other variables. Broadly, I believe they have been approaching the market in the right way looking for small investments from a range of companies for specific activities – this is not a market or an organisation yet built for a large, long term traditional sponsor – but this requires constant focus and drive, and you have to be prepared for several rejections along the way.

I was therefore proud to secure Shoprite, a supermarket brand across Southern Africa with 19 stores here in Zambia, as the title sponsor of the 2nd Wallace Tournament of 2013 this weekend. This means that the 450 children and 50 adults that will attend the day long competition on Saturday will all receive a nutritious meal and drinks to support their endeavours in the increasingly warm clime. It also means that SIA has been able to save the budget they would have spent on this and can therefore reinvest it into the business. Looking after the sponsor has, of course, required time and attention to detail but I am sure we will have a happy sponsor, not least because they will be able to see the difference they are making to the children from across Lusaka who take part on Saturday.

There are various other sponsorship discussions ongoing with a variety of different companies, including one that I believe could make a significant difference to the operation of SIA by helping them to demonstrate transparency as well as impact. In a competitive market as well as one often mired by allegations of corruption, this could provide a huge competitive advantage by demonstrating that an investment in SIA will go directly to benefitting the children and the communities that need it most. This might not just be a Zambian proposition but one that companies further afield, with or without ambitions here, could find a compelling way to demonstrate corporate social responsibility. And a legacy of transparency and the good that this can do would really be something that I hope others here could take note of, as identified in my previous blogs. Sorry, I just couldn’t resist! In the meantime, I am just proud to have worked with and for an organisation that uses sport to make a real, tangible and lasting difference.

Posted in 2013