Barefoot solar engineers

Everyone has a gift.

Bunker Roy says you don’t have to be able to read or write to be able to contribute to the success of your community with your gift. Find the right person for the job, train her (yes, her, because in his words, “men are untrainable”!), and the whole community benefits.

His philosophy has had a tremendous impact on rural villages around the world. By plucking handfuls of illiterate grandmothers out of their communities for six months at a time and training them to be self-sufficient solar engineers, they return to their villages with a new-found confidence and ability to put their hard-earned skills into practice.

“Brenda,” asked Bunker, “Can you help us find grandmothers? In Myanmar?”

With the initial connections made, he and Meagan from Barefoot College set out to meet with potential candidates. We travelled by bull cart for almost three hours before arriving at one of the rural communities, this one in Myanmar’s Mon State, where we were treated to a traditional lunch lovingly prepared by the ladies in the village.

bull cart in Myanmar  ladies that lunch_2022

selected to be solar engineersEach of the six women ultimately chosen for the study scholarship is highly respected in her home village. Leaders at heart, these women know how to manage the affairs of their community. They care deeply about their children, their grandchildren, and the future of their villages.

They will leave their homes and travel further than they ever envisaged. They will get on a plane for the first time in their lives. They will travel to Tilonia,  Rajasthan, in India, where they will learn a new trade.  Tearfully, yet courageously, they accepted the offer to leave their families behind for half a year.

gazing outA couple of years ago I first had the pleasure of meeting this particular dynamic duo, when they travelled by foot nearly all day to take part in a discussion about the future of their village, many miles north of Yangon. At the time we were only scratching the surface of what solar electrification might look like for that community. Now, as we gazed out together over the expanse between our vantage point and their villages in the distance, we were each thinking of how those plans had evolved. The group had spent the day planning their study trip to India and all that this would entail – there was so much to take in! We stood there dreaming of what it would mean for them to return mid September as fully-fledged solar engineers with the ability to install self-sustaining electricity generators in their villages.

It’s an adventure, a challenge and a gift – for everyone involved.

God in Kolkata

Akash is a passionate 17-year old with a heart for the poor in his home city of Calcutta. He grew up working in the slums with his family – his sister, mom and dad – a family I have had the pleasure of knowing and working alongside over the years. The following video is an example of the unique way that Akash Daniel Mondal has found of expressing what he sees daily in his Kolkata.

God in Kolkata

Slum school

outside the school room in Calcutta slum

This is an alleyway that leads through the everyday lives of families who call the slums of Calcutta, home. Mothers washing clothes right outside their doors and hanging up their colourful fabrics to flutter at you as you walk past their huts. Girls helping to prepare the ingredients for the next meal – chopping up onions, or sifting through rice to make sure there are no bugs or anything else that shouldn’t be eaten. Children scooting past, drumming on anything worthy of noise-making with the army of sticks that they carry, chasing after flea-bitten animals. Young mothers going about their business, young babies strapped to their backs.

Slum school alley way Slum school washing day

And everywhere the smell that – once experienced – never lets you go. Nothing compares to open sewage, stenching relentlessly in the unbearable heat of the day, in competition with those food-cooking fragrances, laundry-day dampness, bodies and animals vying for space…

It was just another day, heading to school in the slum. Knowing that a dozen or more eager faces awaited us in the little 10’x10’ school room. In this environment it’s hard to imagine smiling faces, but I see them – every time. This is where they live and where they survive, and seeing the smiles in the eyes and across the mouths of those children each time I step into the classroom, that’s they joy of learning for me.

my best times...on the floor.