ODI have just posted a great couple of videos of cash transfer recipients telling their own stories. The first video opens with "There is a great deal of debate around the effectiveness of cash transfer programmes," to which should perhaps have been added, "mostly amongst people who have apparently never spoken to an actual poor person who has received a cash transfer, or, apparently, read any of the voluminous literature documenting the many positive impacts of giving very poor people a little bit of money."
The first one made me tear up a bit.
The second focuses on Carlito, whose legs are paralysed and uses a second-hand wheelchair thrown out by a local hospital, and who receives "just over 4.5 US dollars per month as part of Mozambique's Basic Social Subsidy Programme." That we live in a world in which it is somehow deemed in any way acceptable that we support a disabled person with just 4.5 dollars a month kind of makes me ashamed to be human.
The first one made me tear up a bit.
My name is Mukulu Kimuyo. I live in Kwakavisi. I am thirteen years old.
After we started receiving cash transfers we were able to buy a roof and repair our house.
Before the roof was repaired the rain would always fall on us while we were sleeping.
Now life is different because I don't have torn clothes, I have pens, I have shoes, and I don't go hungry.
If the cash transfers stopped I would have to wear torn clothes again, I would have to go to school without pens, or even shoes, and I might be sad. In fact, very sad.
After I complete my studies, I would like to be a doctor
The second focuses on Carlito, whose legs are paralysed and uses a second-hand wheelchair thrown out by a local hospital, and who receives "just over 4.5 US dollars per month as part of Mozambique's Basic Social Subsidy Programme." That we live in a world in which it is somehow deemed in any way acceptable that we support a disabled person with just 4.5 dollars a month kind of makes me ashamed to be human.
My name is Carlito. I am 25 years old. My legs have been paralysed since 1992.
This is my home. It is made of mud and is damaged often.
I wish I lived in a concrete house like my neighbour's home, as it would not need so many repairs and would be more comfortable.
If I had some money I would like to run a small shop. This is my dream.
These are not outliers. They are pretty normal people. These are the lives and concerns of millions.