It is now widely accepted that a key component of financial
inclusion, that is providing poor and low-income people with access to appropriate
and affordable financial services, is financial literacy. This, of course,
makes perfect sense. After all, what is the good in providing the tools if the
recipients do not fully understand how to use them, or indeed understand what
might be the risks of using them?
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Showing posts with label women empowerment. Show all posts
Friday, 13 May 2016
Financial products and training, the winning formula? | Nancy's update from Zimbabwe
Monday, 14 December 2015
Guest Blog | Lend Me Your Ears
This post was written by Tim Bishop and originally posted on his Definitely Maybe blog. It has been reposted here with permission.
Christmas is coming and there’s no stopping it. Even here in Saigon the Vietnamese have started to embrace what has become an indulgent festival of consumption, celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ.
And, at this time every year, people like me pen blogs like this one, instigated to push a perspective your way. People like me who (you’ll soon enough not be surprised to read) have just spent half my week up in rural Vietnam, meeting local communities.
So, what’s the perspective I’m peddling ? Well, no doubt by the end of this post I will have worked it out…
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| Hoa Binh Province |
And, at this time every year, people like me pen blogs like this one, instigated to push a perspective your way. People like me who (you’ll soon enough not be surprised to read) have just spent half my week up in rural Vietnam, meeting local communities.
So, what’s the perspective I’m peddling ? Well, no doubt by the end of this post I will have worked it out…
Friday, 20 September 2013
Muddy Bricks and Trainers
Thank God I didn’t buy new shoes!
All the roads in the “centre” of town are paved,
and although crumbling at the sides where the pedestrians walk, there is not
much drama walking around. The road outside my guesthouse which leads me to one
of these wonderfully, albeit crumbling paved roads, is no such vision of
convenience. The road outside my guesthouse is a soil track that every day is
worked upon to try and turn it into a concrete one. Every day I win/attempt to
win small battles with this road. Being soil, it gets everywhere so, there is
not much point in hoping I’ll arrive either at work or at home without also
carrying one, maybe two coats of terracotta dust with me.
All the roads in the “centre” of town are paved,
and although crumbling at the sides where the pedestrians walk, there is not
much drama walking around. The road outside my guesthouse which leads me to one
of these wonderfully, albeit crumbling paved roads, is no such vision of
convenience. The road outside my guesthouse is a soil track that every day is
worked upon to try and turn it into a concrete one. Every day I win/attempt to
win small battles with this road. Being soil, it gets everywhere so, there is
not much point in hoping I’ll arrive either at work or at home without also
carrying one, maybe two coats of terracotta dust with me. Thursday, 5 September 2013
Home Away from Home in Chipata, Zambia
Emma Chase, a Microloan Foundation volunteer, has posted a great snapshot of life in Chipata, Zambia where she is currently helping to set-up the lendwithcare.org partnership.
“We would like to offer you the opportunity to travel to
Zambia and help set up our lendwithcare initiative”. I received something to
this account a few weeks ago whilst on holiday with my boyfriend. I immediately started grinning like a
Cheshire cat, he was a little less enthusiastic. Three months working in Zambia – I was excited!
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| Emma's 'home away from home' |
I’ve been here in Chipata, close to the Zambia/Malawi border for
4 days now and it already feels like a home away from home.
I was picked up by one of the team at MicroLoan Zambia and we
drove from the airport in Lilongwe, Malawi for about 3 hours through
undulating, terracotta landscape. On our drive we overtook many cyclists that
populate the road carrying a variety of objects from bags of cement, bikes for
repair, and more loaves of bread than a UK supermarket stores. I was lucky in that as we were approaching
Chipata the sun was beginning to set and the light cast a warm glow over the
town. A lovely first impression of where
I am to call my home for the next few months.
Friday, 26 July 2013
Bonjour Yovo (Good morning stranger): Notes from a visit to Benin
Last week I went to Benin (1). I got out of the plane in Cotonou, the largest city in Benin, as a tropical storm was receding and I was greeted by warm wet air, the sight of palm trees, the wet red soil…. and by the mosquitoes.
The following morning, the first people who said hello to me were school children. As I made my way past them they all chimed “Good morning, Yovo.” And then smiled at me, I felt I had been welcomed.
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