Info ladies crisscross the countryside offering the chance to see a loved one, get a blood sugar check or even legal advice
Bangladeshi info
ladies in Saghata, a remote impoverished farming village in Gaibandha
district, Bangladesh. Photograph: AM Ahad/AP
As she approaches the village, Sathi rings her bicycle bell and
the children come running to meet her, shouting "Hello, hello". Women
emerge from their homes one by one. Sitting in the middle of a
beaten-earth yard, Sathi carefully places her laptop on a plastic chair,
plugs in headphones and launches a session on Skype. The faces of
village men working thousands of kilometres from here appear on the
screen.
"It's like my brother was standing right there, except I
can't touch him. What's more he's put on weight and lost colour since he
started work in Iraq," says a worried Sumita. She keeps saying
"As-salamu alaykum" and "Hello", for fear he might vanish. "It's a bad
connection," Sathi explains. "It's a public holiday and everyone wants
to call the Gulf states, so it's busy."
A session costs a fortune,
equivalent to about $3 an hour. "But the price includes technical
support or volume adjustment," Sathi adds. Even at this price Skype is a
great success. In Bangladesh, population 152 million, only 5 million people are connected.
So
56 "info ladies" crisscross the countryside, dressed in blue and pink
uniform and carrying in their bags a laptop, a camera to make films or
take wedding snaps, but also tests for blood sugar and pregnancy, and of
course some cosmetics and shampoo. Thanks to their PC connected to the
"new world" via a USB stick, these women can call up information beyond
the reach of village schoolteachers. Internet access is an instrument of
emancipation too. The women advise farmers and sometimes even offer
legal advice.
Information needs these "ladies" to reach its
destination, because "browsing the net is like flying a rocket to land
on another planet", Sathi says. "It scares lots of people." But
technology is not only for those who know how to use it; it's also for
those who want to appropriate it. The women swap helpful advice and
sometimes spend whole nights solving a technical hitch. The D.net non-profit organisation [PDF],
which launched the scheme in 2008, trains the women for three months on
how to use the hardware, at centres close to their home. To start their
business they need to take out a loan: roughly $650.
They make an
early start. At 6am Jeyasmin prepares a meal outside her hut,
consisting mainly of rice, then takes her daughter to school. When she
returns men are already waiting anxiously, eager to check their blood
sugar. Ever since Jeyasmin organised a session on this subject, many of
the residents think they have diabetes. "Villagers are not generally
ready to purchase information, so the ladies sell them accompanying
services, like medical tests or natural fertilisers," D.net head Ananya
Raihan explains. A few hours later several teenage women are waiting for
Jeyasmin in the shade of a date tree. She shows them a video, with
white-coated experts talking and pointing to animated graphics over
their heads. "Doctors never come to see us, so we might as well watch
them on a PC. But it's a pity they don't answer our questions," says one
of the young women. When Jeyasmin takes out her weighing machine, it
draws a big crowd. They climb on to the machine, standing tall and not
batting an eyelid, for fear of upsetting it.
Many of the younger
women confide in the info ladies. "They understand our worries and don't
make judgments," says one of them. Some teenagers even ask the women to
buy them underwear, sanitary towels and makeup in town, because
generally only the men go to market. The purveyors of information also
have what they call their "Facebook secrets", or indeed the Skype
equivalent. After creating a Facebook account, Golapi Akter met a
Bangladeshi who lives in Dubai. "There are so many men who live in
Facebook," she whispers. She chats with him every week on Skype and even
introduced him to her parents with her webcam.
With monthly
earnings of about $150 some of the women invest in other ventures.
Sathi, for instance, has used her savings to turn her parents' stall
into a rural supermarket, setting a whole new trend. It sells first-aid
kits, USB sticks, medicine, toys, DVDs and even special kits for
repairing mobiles that have dropped into the water on a paddy field.
There is a small parking area outside for bicycles. The undertaking has
turned out very well and the budding entrepreneur has invested in a
generator, so she can show Bollywood movies, even when there's a power
cut.
The info-ladies project is still a pilot scheme. It has
failed in conservative areas where it is very difficult for women to
have a job and where the number of migrants working overseas is too low
for the Skype service to show a viable return. In the areas where the
business model works, there are plans for the women to be paid to carry
out market research. It has also been suggested that they should use
tablet computers, which are more dust-resistant than conventional PCs.
With this version new recruits would need to find $2,000 to buy into the
info-lady franchise.
This article appeared in Guardian Weekly, which incorporates material from Le Monde
