A Lesson in Leadership and Dancing

The executive mayor of Mthatha decided to hold a gala dinner for all of us, facilitators and participants. As with so much here, it did not turn out exactly according to plan, but, again as happens so often here, that does not mean it turned out worse than planned,

The event started late. When we arrived about 20-30 participants were at the door of the large assembly hall. As we walked up, they parted like the Red Sea for Moses and we entered the hall. After sitting in this large, drafty hall for about ten minutes we realized none of the African teachers were coming in the hall. It turned out that they were not allowed in yet. It was clear to us that if they were not allowed in we would not come in either so much to the chagrin of the organizers we all walked out to join our colleagues. Finally all were allowed in and we took our seats.

There were customary opening prayers (which always seem to include song) and introductions. Then the executive mayor rose and gave a good 15 minute speech. Unfortunately, it took her about an hour and a half. The president of TWB International, Fred Mednick, was scheduled to speak next but he said everyone should eat first and he would talk as they were finishing up. That plan was reluctantly accepted. Then something magical happened.

The head table, where all of us were sitting, was told to get our food and the rest would follow. Yunus said no, everyone would go up together. As the organizers were trying to explain the head table had to go first, Yunus quietly went to tables around us and invited them to go to the food line. The rest of the team followed his lead.With no fanfare Yunus managed to show that we truly did consider ourselves among peers.

During the evening we also enjoyed dancing (the dance involves slow rhythm and movements that even I could follow). Many present seemed comfortable dancing while staying seated, an approach I have used for years. One woman did insist in getting me out of my chair, but there was no need for a dance floor. We all just danced where we were, 150 teachers an principals enjoying each other on the floor of the OR Tombo auditorium.

Gifts were a big part of the evening. Ostrich eggs covered in beads and mats with beaded fringe. Fred was decked out in tribal garb and stole hearts with his version of the dance.

And so the evening ended. A good meal, a loooong speech, dancing, and lessons in leadership.