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Training The Poachers

By Lee Middleton

"Mr. Phiri, they've come to arrest you - run!"

Wellington Phiri looked up from the clay pit where he was working temporarily, casting bricks. Coming down the small path through the high grass were three men he used to hunt with. Behind them another man carrying a notebook was followed by a muzungu. Phiri's body stiffened and his heart sank. He hadn't gone into the bush to hunt since being released from prison over a year ago, but perhaps that didn't matter. The sun beat down and Phiri's fellow labourers watched to see what he would do. The 56-year-old man awaited his fate.

Phiri's old friend Isaac led the group. He greeted Phiri warmly, the calm of his demeanour bearing no signs of betrayal. The others - all once-notorious poachers from the chiefdom - also smiled and shook Phiri's hand. They introduced the outsider, a Mr. William Banda. "He is here to help," Isaac said. Phiri held his tall thin frame perfectly still, his dark eyes fixed on a point slightly to the left of Banda's face while the other spoke.

"I'm here to inform you of a training. We want to teach you new skills so that you don't have to go back to the bush to hunt," said Banda.

"When they came to tell us of the training, we were all worried. Our wives said, 'No, no, no! My husband is now going to prison. This company maybe has a trick!" recalled John with a big smile that exposes a largely toothless mouth. Back in 2003, John was part of the second intake of Luangwa Valley hunters to go through the "Poacher Transformation Training."

Developed in 2001 by the Wildlife Conservation Society (WCS), the training is one part of a conservation program that is trying to protect wildlife in Zambia by attacking the root causes of wildlife and habitat destruction: food insecurity and poverty. 

The program, Community Markets for Conservation (COMACO), operates in Game Management Areas (GMAs) throughout the Luangwa Valley, focusing its activities on addressing the reasons for local poaching. Having observed that poaching levels seemed to increase during food shortage periods, COMACO staff interviewed local communities about the primary reasons for poaching throughout the year: to have something to trade for maize and other food, to provide relish for the household, and to earn some money for soap, salt, clothes, and school fees.

COMACO reasoned that if local people were more food secure, and had better success with crops and a market where they could sell those crops at fair prices, poaching should decrease. Among the many components of the COMACO program was a 7-week course that trained known-poachers in conservation farming methods, bee-keeping, gardening, poultry-raising, pottery, and carpentry. The cost for the training: voluntary surrender of snares and guns, and a promise to stop poaching. 

"It seemed risky, as very few of us had been transformed at that time," remembered John. "But we heard that if you surrendered your gun and snares, you'd be given a bag of maize and be taken to a course. So I thought: I've got an illegal gun, and when I'll be caught, I'll go to jail for some years. Better I just  open myself and give these things to WCS."

Under the shade of a dusty mango tree, Phiri offered the visitors seats on two maize-grinding mortars laid on their sides and a small bench. The three small yellow dogs that he used to take hunting scampered around the perimeter of shade, suspicious growls vibrating in their throats. Their master shooed them away.

"It's true, I was a hunter, and I was caught," Phiri said carefully. "I used snares for small animals - antelopes, bushbucks. I would get maybe two per month."

Asked how he was caught, the thin man laughed ruefully and lowered his graying temples between large hands.

"I had killed an animal and my neighbor reported on me. ZAWA [the Zambian Wildlife Authority] came, and I was taken to jail for 7 months."

In fact the man who informed on Phiri was a transformed poacher himself - a harsh but telling testimony to the success of the program, which takes a sort of "hearts and minds" approach, and to date has transformed over 300 poachers, only 9 of whom are known to have gone back to hunting.

"Of course COMACO doesn't guarantee that people won't go back to poaching - they can if they  feel like it. But it becomes a question of risk. ZAWA is complementing COMACO's efforts by policing those areas. So given the choice of doing business with COMACO which can guarantee their existence, or poaching and eventually getting caught and going to jail, people will feel it's not worth it to expose themselves to the higher risk," pointed out Edwin Matokwani, Eastern Province Regional Manager at ZAWA, one of COMACO's key partners.

The poacher transformation program seeks not just to teach men new skills, but in fact to make them understand the economic and ecological reasons why wildlife conservation is beneficial, and ideally to bring them over to the belief that wildlife has a greater value to them alive than dead. In 2005, nearly 4 million USD came into Zambia from the sale of legal hunting permits issued by ZAWA. A share of this money went to communities to be invested by their elected community resource boards (CRBs) in infrastructure like schools, clinics, boreholes, and hammer mills.

Of course, such communal benefits fail to address the more immediate needs of individuals and their families. Thus it is the combination of education and awareness raising in tandem with the provision of income-generating skills and market-creation that is key to the success of the COMACO program.

"Carpentry is difficult - it takes time and it's more work than poaching," John explained frankly. "But it's good, because we have stopped killing animals. I want these animals to be plentiful, so that the name of my Zambia will remain on the map. So no matter how hard it is to make this table, I don't mind." The ex-hunter laughed heartily, slapping his knee at his own hardship.

Isaac, who was part of the first group to go through the 2001 training, has since become an accomplished carpenter and created a workshop with his fellow transformed poachers. These men who used to poach the bush together recently won a valuable tender to construct the chairs and desks for a secondary school. 

"In the past a young boy of fourteen, if he killed a buffalo people gave a lot of respect to that one. But life was not easier then. Those things - you must sell them at a cheap price because you can always be caught," Isaac said. "With a table, I can sell it to any person who wants it. Now I work with people in the open. Now we are very, very clean. Before, our parents told us, 'Hey, bring that knife,' and in that way we were trained until we were of the age to hunt. Now I tell my children, 'Bring that saw.' My sons will learn these good skills. My sons will be carpenters, and life will be better for them." 

Phiri shook hands with Mr. Banda, who told him he would be contacted when the next poacher transformation training had been scheduled.

The thin man, whose manner had become easy and relaxed over the course of the conversation, watched the visitors depart. As he headed back to the clay pit, he recalled Isaac's first words at the mud pit: "My friend, do not be afraid! The only thing we have come to arrest is your mind!" He hoped it would be so.

For more information about the Poacher Transformation Program or COMACO, go to: www.itswild.org