- Release date
- September 19, 2009
- Robyn Fieser
- Regional Information Officer, Latin America and the Caribbean
- Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic
- 011 (809) 567-1271
Guatemalans Make A Future By Saving for It
September 19, 2009, —
By Robyn Fieser
They came from
as far away as the border with Mexico—one leaving home at 2 a.m.
In Their Own Words
The following is
what four members of the group have to say, in their own words, about Fortaleza's
my money to build a well. Right now I have to haul water from way off, which
makes life—washing clothes, cooking—hard. I'm tired of carrying water, I want a
well. I think if I can save my money, I can finally build my well," says Isabel
Marcos Matias, who deposited 10 quetzales today. Photo by Robyn Fieser/CRS
grandchildren to care for and need to save for their futures," says Paula
Huinac, who deposited 10 quetzales today. Huinac and her husband grow corn on
the small plot of land they rent, but it is never enough. Photo by Robyn Fieser/CRS
things to be sane again. Now that I have my sickness under control, I want my
sanity back. I heard a talk about the importance of saving and I wanted to do
it," says Delfino Ramirez Merida, who deposited 10 quetzales today. Photo by Robyn Fieser/CRS
I'm living for my son. I need to make sure that we have something for an
unforeseen sickness when one of us cannot work," says Alicia Lopez Gomez,
who could not make a deposit today. Photo by Robyn Fieser/CRS
There's a young
woman in a red halter top, hair down her back, rushing in with two toddlers in
white dresses clutched to her sides; an old man, his straw cowboy hat held in
his lap, taking his seat in the corner; three women in worn housedresses and
plastic flip-flops—it's impossible to tell their ages—giggling in their plastic
chairs along the wall.
A pot of pache,
Guatemalan potato tamale, boils on a nearby stovetop, filling the room with the
promise of a meal, maybe the day's only, before the long trek home.
'I Want to Live'
They meet twice
a month in this square room on the second floor of an HIV and AIDS facility on
the main street of Coatepeque, a dingy little town in western Guatemala. They're
a diverse group. But they have two things in common: They all have HIV and they
are all poor.
Twenty people in
all, farmers, housewives, market vendors. But it's not the virus or their
economic condition that brings them together. They call themselves Fortaleza,
or Strength, and you can just as easily apply the name to their resolve.
anything, I want to live," says Catalina Gomez. "I want God to keep
giving me life." The others say the same thing, like a mantra, or the
'The Habit of Saving'
where people with HIV lack access to health care and treatments, and face widespread
discrimination, the group is helping its members not only live, but thrive.
The group is a
prime example of Catholic Relief Services' savings-led model of microfinance. Members
contribute what they can. The contributions are then pooled into a community
fund—kept in a lockbox—and saved until a member needs to take a loan, or an
emergency arises, or the group decides it wants to buy something.
people a mechanism through which to save helps more than offering them credit,
which is a debt they have to repay," explains Melita Sawyer, program
specialist in microfinance for CRS. "It doesn't matter what the amount is
that people save, it is the habit of saving—of accomplishing something—that
gives people hope and allows them to plan for the future."
In Coatepeque, they
show up with canvas purses slung over their shoulders, empty save for what they're
going to contribute—sometimes as little as 3 quetzales (about 37 cents)—and a
deposit card, which is stamped for each contribution and shows how much they've
put into the fund.
2009, the group has saved about $209. It may sound like a pittance, but this is
a country where many people live on less than $2 a day.
end, the group is treated to something special: A skit put on by local students
who use theater to educate the public about HIV and AIDS.
The members of
Fortaleza happily drag their plastic lawn chairs into a semicircle. Even the
center's two Chihuahua mascots watch as the teens, clad in skinny jeans and T-shirts,
nervously put on their show.
It is a dramatization
of transformation—from ignorance about HIV and AIDS to acceptance. When the character
with HIV drops to the floor, pleading for love, I blush, embarrassed for the
group of unsophisticated actors.
But then I look
around the room. Members of the audience nod their heads in unison. The elderly
woman next to me repeats, prayerlike, "That is just what it's like when
your own family rejects you." Then she pulls out a kitchen towel and wipes
her eyes. She is not the only one in the room brought to tears by the
My own ignorance
hits me hard right then. I guess I totally underestimate how hard it
must to be to live with HIV in this country—how isolated and ostracized they
must feel. And they don't have access to those uplifting movies and ads we have
in the United States. They don't see themselves in anything, so this little bit
of drama is a real point of inspiration for them.
Robyn Fieser is CRS' regional information officer for Latin America and the Caribbean based in Guatemala.