|The Former Parliament Building of Somalia. Photo by Mitchell Sutika Sipus.|
This morning I arrived in Mogadishu.
I wasn't exactly certain what to expect, although I thought I had a general idea. Somehow some major details slipped my mind. I knew after departing the plane that there might be some suspicion about who I am, but I didn't expect so many military and police to try to stop and question me. Tough looking soldiers from the African Union were all around and it was difficult to avoid generating interests. Fortunately I was immediately accompanied by my security escort within 2 seconds of stepping off the plane, and a moment after by my host, a member of the Benadiir Administration. They had with them a letter from the mayor explaining my purpose and were kind enough to manage all the border issues, including passport control and visa acquisition.
The other thing that really jarred my mind is the heat. It is seriously hot here. Like Cairo in August hot. But there is a constant steady wind from the ocean which is soothing and it also reduces the dust. The heat is also offset by the generous hospitality of my hosts. Over the years I've had the fortunate to learn firsthand about the wonderful way that Somali people treat their guests, and today definitely the people I met all certainly lived up to the reputation. As the hotel doesn't often have western guests, the kitchen made a kind gift of presenting me with a delicious grilled lobster with dinner. Cups of strong sugary tea are ever-present as are piles of fish, freshly caught and served with a spicy lime sauce. I could totally get used to this.
Today was mostly a day for long meetings and brief introductions. Soon more serious work can begin as there are a great deal of issues to resolve but in the first 24 hours I hope to simply learn as much as possible before I propose any ideas or tools. The city is faced with a vast array of obstacles including conflicts over land title claims among returnees, issues of economic development, public health, education, historic preservation and so on. The city is faced with the challenge of reinventing itself, yet only now that I am on the ground can I begin to see the miasmatic web of complex social and political dynamics that also restrain it from moving forward. But hopefully in time we can loosen the knot by focusing on simple solutions to widely agreed upon problems. There is a great deal to be done, and somewhere admits the chaos are a few areas of mutually agreeable issues. And as we uncover these small points of objectivity, we also can uncover the small points of light to widen the window of opportunity that will change the story Mogadishu.