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Dhaka Day 5 & 6: Communication & Coconuts

The show must go on. Both of us a little under the weather but we brought the house down with dynamic co-facilitation of the first of 7 amazing days with this organisation. Then crashed...

CEO & CHE

90 people: 3 x 2 hour workshops each comprising 30 people randomly selected from the 15 or so departments.

The first session was entirely made up of men (later sessions had a small sprinkling of women) but I was getting used to this by now while in Bangladesh. Work, especially not an Engineering firm, is still not really a place for women. The only woman other than myself present was one of the heads of department. Wow, amazing.

Ahmed introduced us as The Chief Energy Officer (me) and The Chief Happiness Engineer (him). No pressure!

Ahmed Bari - Kind of the Pivot

I never know what to expect when I co-facilitate with Ahmed (or Mr Bari Sir as many people call him here). He's a hugely charismatic speaker and a trainer with immense skills to be able to think of a physical representation of complex concepts. In the sessions this day he had a cell phone being passed around carefully, being treated as a customer would. "You wouldn't throw the customer, nor this expensive phone, would you?" He was so convincing that at one point I rushed to find another prop for this psycho-dramatic play. You got me Ahmed!

During the session he also learned that a pivotal plan for the week needed to change and would affect many other plans. He didn't bat an eyelid. OK, let's sort this!

The participants themselves were, I'd say, more than 90% of them into what we were doing: eliciting their voice about how things were doing in the organisation, opening the floor for ALL ideas and suggestions of what was needed, then focusing on how we are all different and that this is a good thing. Much laughter, a bit of poking fun at selves and many nods of recognition showed us we were on the right track. In the final success litmus test, the overwhelming majority were a solid thumbs up. Only a few dubious-feeling folk gave us the neutral "let's wait and see how this pans out over the full 3 sessions" flat thumb. 3 of the first round done. 4 more groups to go, then we begin again with the first group for session 2. It's gonna be an intense week next from Saturday.

King's Birthday Cock-Up

Of some interest to me was this tale of woe for a complex country of 170+ million:

One of the problems Ahmed had to do fancy footwork on our schedule with was that for most in Bangladesh, today (Wednesday) is the King's Birthday public holiday (being a Commonwealth country and all). There had been some confusion about which day to take off as in some publications in fact Thursday rather than Wednesday had been noted as the holiday. So, as bad luck (for us) would have it, the company we were working with on Wednesday was celebrating KB on Wednesday, and the Bank we were to work with on Thursday had informed their employees that Thursday was the KB holiday. Doh!

Intermission: The Great Blister Mystery

I'd been wondering (and just a smidgeon worried) about first one, then several raised lumps on my hand. All in a line. A little bit sore to the touch and stingy when I use hand sanitiser. Hmmm... hopefully not some lesions portending my imminent demise...

Check out the picture on the left. Weird right? Anyway, during the session today I opened one of the little Mum-brand bottles of water. The weird lumps hurt as they had begun to. And then ... cogs turned slowly ... I realised they were blisters caused by the bottle lids that were really difficult to open. There had been a time during the Night of Terrors when I had tried to open my last bottle of Mum water and, and, and... I found I was so weak and had a moment of giving up, shed a wee tear for poor me in this terrible state, then tried again, this time with a towel - and managed it. Thank goodness.

Anyway, it finally made sense, these strange raised and painful lumps only on my left hand. Eureka! I solved the blister-mystery! I had a moment of jubilation before getting back into fun-facilitator mode.

I was delighted when two bags of fresh, large green coconuts arrived in the capable hands with a man wielding a machete! Ahmed had demanded that they opened the coconuts in front of us

Dhaka Day 6 - Not Much to Tell

With the KB muck up and my body still struggling to follow standard gastric processes, we decided to call today a total rest day. It's been rather lonely and at times boring, despite me having heaps that I've quietly gotten on with. Plain food meals that I'm still not really wanting. I hope my tum-colon will feel less irritable very soon.

Let's pop some photos the Day 5 fun in a carousel and you can check them out. My brain isn't feeling super creative or on point right at this moment...

This'll Fix It! Here, Here, Here.

By the lunch break, word had got out that I'd suffered from a troubled tummy since last visiting. I'm sure there was a small sense of mortification that a visitor, and foreigner, and key facilitator for change, had fallen ill after receiving their kind and generous hospitality.

People kept turning up and saying: "eat this", "take this", "drink this", "try this".

I was delighted when two bags of fresh, large green coconuts arrived in the capable hands with a man wielding a machete! Ahmed had demanded that they opened the coconuts in front of us - he, of course, doesn't want me to get any worse, by sloppy sanitary practices. So I got the benefit of seeing these amazing fruits being poked, and slashed and finally broken fully open (after all water had been sipped). I had a bit of fun with the machete after the action took place - check out below.

So, I was also offered a special fruit drink Ahmed wouldn't let me touch, some new medication, probiotic yogurt and some Pulsitilla Homeopathic drops. Sadly as of the end of Day 6, I'm still not right in the belly... Keep up the electrolytes Sarah.

Run, Run, Run, then ... Splat

My partner, Richard often reminds me that he's seen me time and time again, push myself all the way until I crash. I like to believe that I'm better at balancing my energy now, but I'm really not.

By the final session of the day both Ahmed and I were flagging - sadly I'd given him my kiwi cold on the trip over, we suspect. We got ready to tag in and out - him needing to deal with a headache and my frequent trips to the toilet. A young woman from HR was at the ready to translate for me if needed in Ahmed's absence. We kept the show going - Thik ache.

CNG Challenges & "Traffic Tourism"

We didn't have the car and driver today so had taken a CNG (green, 3-wheeled, cage-mobile that used to run on CNG and is still named the same) to the venue and we did the same in the late afternoon. Crazy nimble, these are a couple of steps up the traffic hierarchy from the ubiquitous rickshaws, just eclipsing motorbikes in the order of vehicle-superiority. Cars of course are top, although I have several times seen a courageous (or foolhardy) person stake their claim to this piece of road at this moment and they weren't interested in hurrying, even with a car hurtling towards them!

The vehicles all move erratically (to my eyes) and jostle for space, sliding at speed soooo close to others I have found myself cringing and holding my breath for the toes that could be run over or the paint scrapes that would surely occur. I found myself mesmorised experiencing this spectacle of human interdependence (Ahmed calls this miracle of not-crashing a 6th sense that Dhaka drivers have and the delights of free "Traffic Tourism". People pay good money to see close calls and freak themselves out. Instead, just come to Dhaka and hang out in the streets for half an hour at a time!

Sadly our CNG stalled and didn't recover. The devastated driver pulled the machine through the huge intersection and out of people's beeping way and tried and tried to restart. No joy. we took a rickshaw instead and paid the man the money he would have got for taking us all the way.


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