
These are my thoughts as I plug away at the back of the room
at a CSO consultation on land, one of the most important issues of our time. I
am bored to tears, but I have a job to do—to try and get the message out,
in the most neutral manner humanly possible, without distorting it. The CSOs make this just too easy. There is nothing said that inspires, nothing said that instigates any form of reaction other than a stifled yawn.
I would like to scream at the Kenyan presenter who knows
so much more about the county legislation than his strait-jacket speech has permitted
him to say, and at the beautifully coiffed Chadian presenter, who obviously
doesn’t know enough about the African women she claims to represent.
We’ve decided that there is only one way to communicate at
conferences- a boring, dull way. We are actually unable to participate in “open
dialogues.” We cannot imagine a situation where we are invited to actually
voice the fears, and challenges, hopes and aspirations of those we claim to
represent. We seem to have actively made ourselves the barrier on the bridge
between the government and the people.
