Deadbeat Donor Darlings

Photo by Alonzo Lyons at Tribhuvan International Airport

Deadbeat donor darlings, what are you doing in the Himalayan paradise of Nepal, especially if operating without language and culture skills?

If nothing else, please consider the effects of your personal intervention on the personal lives of many, of a long-suffering people and their cultural ethos.

Consider this, foreign agents like you have been operational in Nepal for six decades. Nepal currently has over 50,000 I/NGOs…what are the results regarding poverty metrics and development indices? Nepal is or very nearly is a failed state, and the people are suffering in many lethal ways for want of good governance while aid typically abets dysfunction and foments a donor mentality that stifles self-determination, free-enterprise, creativity, and industry--all craved by people in want of personal freedoms including economic freedom.

Perhaps the trekker’s maxim can provide better guidance: “The Himalaya might change you, please do not change them.”

Photo by Alonzo Lyons in the Himalaya

Otherwise, deadbeat donors...isn't it about time to go home? 

Lyrics to the above embedded song Time to Go Home by Michael Franti and Spearhead from their album Yell Fire! (Power to the Peaceful),

Those who start wars, never fight them

And those who fight wars, they never like them

And those who write laws, they can recite them

And those of us who just fight laws

We live and die them

But I know, they never gonna tell you why, no

They only wanna tell you lies, no

Never ever gonna tell you why, no

They only wanna tell you lies, no

Never ever gonna tell you why, no

They only wanna tell you lies

It's time

It's time to go home

Don't take our boys away, no

Don't take our girls away, no

Don't take our boys away, no

Don't take our girls away, no

It's time to go home

Don't take our boys away, no

Don't take our girls away, no

Don't take our boys away, no

Those who build walls are pretending

That forever they can defend them (No, no, no)

Those who dam streams can build fountains (Yes they can)

But those of us who just let them run free

We can move mountains

But I know, they never gonna tell you why, no

They only wanna tell you lies, no

Never ever gonna tell you why, no

They only wanna tell you lies, no

Never ever gonna tell you why, no

They only wanna tell you lies

It's time

It's time to go home

Don't take our boys away, no

Don't take our girls away, no

Don't take our boys away, no

Don't take our girls away, no

It's time to go home

Don't take our boys away, no

Don't take our girls away, no

Don't take our boys away, no

(It's time, it's time!)

How many people were they runnin' from and

How many people never saw it comin'

How many people never heard the warnin'

How many people never stayed at home and

How many people never heard the callin'

How many people never saw it all and

How many people did they spend it on and

How many people got to sing the song and

How many people never heard the cry and

How many people gotten pushed aside

How many people never saw the dust fly

How many people never said goodbye and

How many people never saw the fall and

How many people did we end it all and

How many people never saw the wrong and

How many people did we drop the bomb on

Don't take our boys away, no

Don't take our girls away, no

Don't take our boys away, no

Don't take our girls away, no

Don't take our boys away, no

Don't take our girls away, no

Don't take our boys away

It's time

It's time to go home!

Away

Away

Away

Away

Away

Away

Away

Away