Moriré con las botas puestas. That’s what FAPE’s vice president of the board of directors said while giving an award to the president of the board. Everyone attended FAPE’s 25th anniversary celebration: the board of directors, the general assembly, representatives from FAPE’s international partners (I was Kiva’s representative), and FAPE’s director, accountant, and lawyer. Live music accompanied this slide show of pictures.
While the vice president continued, I sat in my suit waiting to receive Kiva’s award. I couldn’t help but thinking how lavish this celebration was. How none of the loan officers had been invited to the ceremony. How we were patting ourselves on the back, almost forgetting the people on the ground, the reason we were in microfinance in the first place. Though you can’t deny that individual recognition is important, it’s also necessary not to get to wrapped up it. It’s always about the people on the ground.
The vice president called Kiva’s name for the award. I stood up and walked toward the podium. But I saw that he was going to talk for some time before giving me the award. So, I sat down in my seat again. My other friend on the board of directors seemed to think that I did not understand what was happening, so she ushered me up to the front. Little did she know, I understand Spanish perfectly. I’m just awkward. You know when you are exiting an elevator, and you tell the other person to get off first? Then they tell you to go ahead. And then you both run into each other. It was kinda like that, except I was the only person making a fool of myself.
I guess I don’t want to say that celebrating 25 years is a bad thing to do. Especially if you invite the people who are actually doing the work on the ground. But I am wary of the type of hierarchy that recognizes itself, and only itself. I guess I’d like to die walking in my boots, and not celebrating that I figured out how to put them on.



