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In 1992, FINCA was working exclusively in Latin America and I had not given much thought about expanding to other parts of the world. Then, out of the blue, came a call from a woman named Shelley Franz from Minneapolis.

“I have a friend from Uganda who heard about FINCA’s work in Latin America and he says FINCA is exactly what his little village in Uganda needs,” she told me. “What would it take to get FINCA to Africa?”

I had been to Uganda before, as a consultant to the UN Capital Development Fund, a few years earlier. I loved the country and would have gone if someone paid half my airfare. But, no, I thought I better ask for some real money so I could fund the loans.

“I would need $100,000,” I told her.

“Oh, my!” she responded. “Well, let me see what I can do.” A month later, she called me back. “Okay, I’ve got the hundred grand. When can you go?”

Although I didn’t think in these terms back then, this was the power of the FINCA brand (Warmth, Trust, Responsible Banking) in action. It turned out that Uganda was the perfect place to replicate the success FINCA had in Latin America.

A quarter of a century later, our FINCA Uganda clients have surpassed our wildest expectations by building thriving businesses that help to improve their lives. During my latest visit, to mark the 25th anniversary of our work in the country, I met with a number of them, including 15 women from the village of Kimanto, Iganga, who formed the first village bank 25 years ago. They spoke of their accomplishments, including successfully putting their children through the education system, expanding their crops and livestock herds, and improving their homes and local school.

We also met with Annet Kintu, a FINCA client in rural Jinja, who had purchased a solar-powered lantern and a fuel-efficient, clean-burning cookstove from our company BrightLife, which sells affordable products that greatly enhance the standard of living of the very poor. Annet testified to the enormous difference these two low-cost products, had made in the quality of her life, and to the way they were also saving her hundreds of dollars a year in fuel costs.

Back in Kampala, we met with a long-time FINCA client Elizabeth Kiyimba who took us into her impressive home, which she had built with the help of a series of loans over the course of several years. Pictures of her six children in their graduation caps and gowns adorned the walls. She had a piggery as well, and several acres of crops.

“We took our time building this house and expanding our crops,” she told us. “We never wanted to borrow too much and have problems with the payments.”

Towards the end of our visit, one of her sons showed up with his two young children. He said he was an artist. I asked him where he sold his paintings. He shook his head. “I don’t sell them,” he said. “I give them away to the poor people, and they sell them.”

The strength of the relationships FINCA Uganda has created with our clients was evident in these encounters, embodying our values of Warmth, Trust and Responsible Banking. Seeing first-hand the transformational change that 25 years of support has had in these communities reminds me that we are on the right track.

This piece was originally published on the FINCA website. I just felt I had to share it here as well! 


I got the sad news yesterday, via Twitter, that one of the people I most admired in this world, Naima, had passed away.   The tweet was from Basha, who is married to one of Naima’s daughters (and who had accompanied Naima to the Sheraton Hotel in Kampala, Uganda, to meet with me several years ago, an encounter which led to my decision to employ Naima as our first Ambassador in that country.

Naima’s qualifications for the job were impeccable.   She was one of our most successful clients ever, having clawed her way out of severe poverty over the course of a decade during the 90s, powered by a series of FINCA loans. She had so impressed our staff that, when our other, slightly more famous Ambassador of Hope, Natalie Portman, visited Uganda in 2004, they put her forth as someone Natalie had to meet.

Natalie and I met with Naimi on a hot morning in Jinja, Uganda, a town situated at the source of the Nile, complete with a statue of Speke, the Brit explorer who claimed to have “discovered” the place where Ugandans had been living since time immemorial.   Naima took us to the back of her restaurant, which she ran with the help of her four daughters, and, while a journalist from Reuters looked on, told us her story:


“I was born in the Iganga District of Uganda in 1958. In my family, girls were not permitted to have an education, but my brother secretly taught me to read and right.   I was married at the age of 13, and born my first child, a daughter, at age 15.   I had five more daughters, which displeased my husband, who wanted sons, and so he divorced me.   We were living in Mombassa, Kenya, at the time, and I moved then back to Uganda, where I married for the second time. My second husband died when I was 33, leaving me to care for my eight children. We lived in a one-room dwelling, and I supported my family by cleaning people’s houses, who in return allowed me to take their table scraps and wash my family’s cloths with their used dish water. Many days, we had no food at all.


In 1996, a friend of mine told me about an organization named FINCA that made loans to poor women so they could start businesses and support themselves and their families.   She took me to a meeting of her village bank, where I was introduced to the other women.   But the women decided that I was too poor to join their village bank, and would not be able to repay the loan, meaning they would have to repay for me.   I got down on my knees and begged them to accept me. Four of the women took pity on me, and said they would pay for me if I failed to repay the loan.   In this way, I was accepted.


The first loan I received was 50,000 shillings (US$ 40).   I didn’t know what to do with so much money.   My four friends in the village bank invited me to go with them to a nearby village where they was a good crop of tomatoes that would could buy and bring back to Jinja for reselling in the market.   The plan worked fine, but by the time we returned to Jinja, the market was closed.


That night, I slept with the tomatoes. The next morning, I sold them all at a good profit.   After years of hard work, aided by increasingly larger loans, I eventually saved enough money to buy this restaurant. And now, the best news of all, I have bought a plot of land, in town, and am building my own home.”

Naima related all this, quietly, with a transcendent dignity born of a life of struggle and setbacks, none of which stopped her and, on the contrary, fueled her determination.   At the conclusion of Naima’s narrative, the Reuter’s journalist asked Natalie what she thought of all she had heard. Natalie, in tears, shook her head and said “I don’t have problems.”

Years later, in preparation for a visit to Uganda, I asked our CEO, Julius, to get in touch with Naima and if possible arrange a meeting.   “I am sorry to say that Naima is not well,” Julius responded.   He went on to tell me that Naima had suffered a series of setbacks, which had left her in dire circumstances. First, her mother had fallen ill.   To take care of her mother, Naima had left her business in the hands of one of her daughters, who was not up to the task of managing it, and had been forced to sell it to the landlord. Then Naima herself fell ill, with cancer.   She entrusted her care to a fraudulent doctor, who took all her money.

“I have to see her,” I told Julius.   “Can you arrange a meeting?”

I met with Naima at the Sheraton, Kampala Hotel, a venue that held many memories for me.   It was there, back in the mid 80s, that, unable to afford to actually stay there, I used their telephone and tea room as a communications and meeting center, subscribing to the “fake it until you make it” philosophy.   It worked, and today FINCA Uganda has over 55,000 clients and a loan book of $20 million.   Also, it was in the Sheraton San Salvador, on the other side of the world, that my boss, Michael Hammer, was gunned down by a Death Squad in 1980.

As I listened to Naima relate her story, with the same quiet dignity as when we had met with Natalie, I kept thinking: “This can’t be.   Our most successful client ever, not just in Uganda but the world, and it has all been erased.   What a tragedy.”

Being the CEO of a global company has its drawbacks, but there are times when the advantages far outweigh the liabilities.   I decided then and there to invoke “Executive Privilege”, and deviate far from our normal policy of treating every client the same, i.e., that our job was to provide financial services and not to take responsibility for whatever else was going on in their lives.   No, Naima was different.   Maybe we couldn’t solve every problem our clients faced, but as in that wonderful line from the movie “The Year of Living Dangerously”, when fate put someone in our path and we had the opportunity to help them, we had to do it.

After the meeting, I told Julius that we had to hire Naima, and that she needed to tell her story to our other 50,000 clients, most of whom were women in circumstances similar to hers when she joined FINCA, and to inspire them to do for their families what she had achieved with hers. At the time, I thought I was performing an act of charity, putting her on the payroll, and inventing a job for her.

How wrong I was.   A few months later, a picture arrived with Naima, dressed in a gown she had made herself, celebrating her new role as our first Brand Ambassador.   She went from village to village, telling all the women:   “When you have problems, FINCA will never abandon you.” It was a powerful message.   Our retention rate soared.   Despite the highly competitive market in Uganda, our client list grew.

There are things I’ve done in my life I am ashamed of, but of all the things I am proud of I don’t think any can equal my decision to throw a lifeline to Naima in her hour of need, an act she repaid many times, and will, as long as my own struggle lasts, challenge me to live up to the impossibly high standard she has set for us.



The article published by the Sunday Telegraph reporter featured in the film is here.

New friends, Dani and Yogesh, from U of San Diego

New friends, Dani and Yogesh, from U of San Diego


Here in Londontown in a hole-in-the-wall hotel by Paddington, when just 24 hours ago I was in San Francisco at the Net Impact Conference. Tonight convened with my Homies in the Em-See-Dubba-Gee (Microfinance CEOs Working Group) talking about how we can best move the industry forward amid myriad challenges — “good problems” to have — from the many-fronted war on poverty. Feeling privileged to be in this group of smart, dedicated, motivated people.


Back to San Fran: Net Impact, started 20 years ago, is a gathering of social entrepreneurs who want to twist the power of capitalism away from straight up personal enrichment (a big motivator, no lie) towards solving the big problems of the world: poverty, malnutrition, safe water, clean energy — you get it. In the place of personal enrichment, we Social Entrepreneurs plunk down our Trump (no, not HIM) Card: Job Satisfaction. Because, face it, amigo(a)s, ain’t none of us gonna get outta here alive. When you are born, an “Invisible Hand” takes a baking clock and sets that Big Timer in the Sky. Could be set on 60, 70, 80, maybe even on 100 years. But when the Reaper blows the whistle, ain’t gonna be no Injury Time. So: What you gonna do when He comes for you?


Speaking to the young folks at this conference, there was a common message. Hey, I’m tired of doing unpaid internships. I’ve got talent, experience, but I have to make a living. Maybe I need to “sell out” to Corporate America (what my generation would have called it) at least for a while, and then, after I get some experience, move into the SE space. Not a bad strategy. Especially in this job market. And Corporate America is Getting Greener by the Day.


Another way to go is “Go South, Young (Wo)Man. Emerging Markets are where the growth is happening. Maybe you will have to volunteer initially. But you may find that there are more opportunities than you imagined for someone who speaks English or some other European language. And knows the culture. Plus you are already there.


Shout out to everyone who attended my workshop on Green Energy in Uganda. You ideas are already in the mix. Thank you!

Many years ago, in the early 90s, I travelled to Jinja, Uganda, where I established our first village banks in Africa. Skeptics in the banking sector had told me: “You are wasting your time, Mr. Scofield. First, no one will want your small loans. And if they do take them, watch out, because they won’t repay you.”

I was sufficiently rattled that I called up Muhammad Yunus, who was serving on FINCA’s board at the time, and asked him if I should change the village banking methodology from how we did it in Latin America, since people were telling me Africa was totally different. “Don’t change anything,” Yunus advised me. “Do it exactly as you do it in Latin America. If it doesn’t work, then change it.”

It was sage advice. We didn’t change it, and in those early years, we spread the village banking methodology first to Uganda, then Malawi, and finally to Tanzania, Zambia and the Congo. It has suffered some modifications since then, but it’s still holding up well.

Given the shallacking microfinance is taking in the media these days, it helps to remember why we do what we do, and how, at least in the early days, capital was so scarce in all the markets where we worked that our clients normally enjoyed very high returns to their microbusinesses, if they were among the fortunate few who could obtain access to capital. To be sure, it’s a different world now, and, thanks to the success of FINCA and others, accesss to capital is not an issue for millions of poor people.

I will be convening with the CEOs of a number of other MFI networks and MFIs this weekend at an undisclosed location, somewhere in New York (Beth Rhyne already let the cat out of the bag in the Huffington Post today, narrowing it down from the lower 48). Security will be tight, provided by Blackwater, I understand. Our communications teams are already out there trying to dampen expectations, but we are secretly hoping for a positive outcome. I can’t comment further at the risk of being gift wrapped head to toe and bundled into a windowless Econoline van.

There is a momento from my early Uganda days hanging on the wall at FINCA headquarters, which expresses, better than any PR firm could if they worked for a million years on how to best brand FINCA, how the clients used to feel about us — and hopefully most still do:

FINCA is our Mother

So remember, to those of you in the media. Before you think about attacking microfinance, do you really want to attack your mother?

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