Endless Blue Skies

Many times Mongolia has been at a crossroads – Chinggis Khaan in 1206; socialism in the 30`s; market economy restructuring in the 1990`s; and, the recent financial crisis.  And so it is with the credit union movement here, as they work to mature along the co-operative path. In a land renowned for an ancient path – the Silk Road.

An ancient wisdom says to, “Stand at the crossroads and ask, where the good path is…   and walk in it.” Enter the CCA Coaching Program to answer the call. The objective in sharing our experience, expertise and tools could be summed up by the Turkish Proverb, “A small key opens big doors.” My sense is that we have unlocked some of the potential resident in the Mongolian credit union system, and that they have the ability, drive and passion to move through those doors to a brighter future.

2010 Mongolia Coaching Team

Our work these past two weeks has been focused at three levels – credit union, apex organization, and regulatory/legislative. The approach has proven complimentary and synergistic. Recommendations provided by the team were relevant, practical and actionable. There were common themes at all levels and I would summarize by citing the five key priority areas that have been defined overall, and for which a number of recommendations have been made. These are:

1. Implementation of savings deposit guarantee insurance.
2. Liquidity and Stabilization fund creation.
3. Credit Bureau reporting.
4. Bad loan recovery.
5. Building the future.

At our concluding session, a comment by N. Oyunchimeg from the Financial Regulatory Commission stood out: “[I am] strongly confident that the credit union system will succeed and grow rapidly.”

I know the coaches join me in expressing our heartfelt gratitude and appreciation to our Mongolian colleagues and friends for their open and frank approach to our business discussions; for their outstanding hospitality; and, for a generosity of spirit as big as their endless blue sky.   

To Sarah and everyone at CCA, thank you for a meaningful opportunity to make a difference in the broad co-operative community. It has been a privilege to work with such a great group of coaches. They were well prepared, flexible, deeply interested in the subject matter, the culture, context and environment, and made strong relational connections. Be assured they were excellent ambassadors for CCA, the credit union system and for Canada.

And most importantly, deepest thanks to my wife Pamela and my family for your support and allowing this itinerant coach to follow his personal sense of mission. As I bid farewell from the land of the endless blue sky, know that my heart has already made the journey home.

Bayartai (goodbye) from Mongolia.

Until our paths cross again…   on the

Co-operative Road

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“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the things you did do. So throw off the bow lines. Sail away from safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”      - Mark Twain

…Ken

CCA Itinerant Coach    

A Good Word Travels

What do you do when your world suddenly changes? Or a friend needs help? Or you can pass on a good word or deed? In the 1990`s Mongolia abruptly changed from socialism to a market economy. It turns out she is a small, nimble country – able to adapt and move forward where other, larger economies would undoubtedly endure a long, drawn out struggle.

During this period, Gantuya`s garment factory – where she had worked for 12 years, was privatized. Her reaction? Buy one of the old sewing machines and strike out on her own. After all, she had the skill and like many Mongolians, an entrepreneurial flair. 

L-R:Gantuya, entrepreneur; Altan, credit union director; and Ken, CCA coach.

Now growing a coat business is not easy as there are many hats to wear, including financial manager. But growth means a need for capital. So when she found the banks too complicated and time consuming, Gantuya was stuck. 

Meeting her, I was impressed by her caring nature. So it should be no surprise that she has good friends. Water attracts water. It was one such friend that brought her to a credit union office on the fourth floor of a building that houses small retail entrepreneurs and their little shops/stalls. Interesting coincidence? I think not – remember the water. A good word and a good deed and Gantuya had her loan. That was two years and four loans ago.

The good word that travelled across Ulaanbaatar bringing Gantuya to her credit union now carries news of her outstanding reputation for quality to the westernmost parts of Mongolia. Her coat business is thriving and she is tireless. In fact she was sewing almost right up to the moment of our meeting at her credit union, to present and discuss the coaching findings and recommendations.

Today she has a stall in the local marketplace; her husband is selling the coats in the west; and, she is expanding into trousers and jackets. How does she sum up her business motivation and strategy? “To make a more affordable product and keep people warm” she explains simply. Their living standard has improved, school fees for their son are paid and they have a small savings plan at the credit union.     

It reminds me of a statue I was taken to see in Erdenet. It was of Otgonbileg, a local hero. The inscription roughly translates to, “Once the sun is rising it means a new day is coming for your life. In this day you must do good things.”

What good word or deed will you do today? A good word travels, so let’s pay it forward.

…Ken

The Great Mongolian Horse Race

We have taken to calling the Ulaanbaatar traffic – an endless stream of bumper to bumper chaos accompanied by a cacophony of horns (which at times passes for the daily commute), the Mongolian horse race. Drivers wield models of vehicles unknown in North America like mounts out on the steppe, with little attention paid to mundane things like traffic lights, lanes, or pedestrians.

Don’t get me wrong, they are very skilled drivers who are able to manoeuvre at speed only centimetres…   even millimetres, from each other. If you weren’t skilled, not to mention rather brash, survival would be doubtful. This race is only for the stout of heart. A credit union director explained that if you get the head of your horse in front of another during a race, the rider can do what he wants…   and that is how they drive! To complete the picture, her board chair wanted me to understand that pedestrians are really just pasture. Pasture?! I thought I was getting lost in translation, but now we know better.

Being a pedestrian in UB is unlike anything I have ever experienced, including the bustle of Kampala. Martin – our master of the one-liners summed it up perfectly…   “high-stakes frogger.” Imagine crossing three or four lanes of traffic one at a time by trying to gain a tenuous purchase on each successive thinly marked lane divider. Oh and did I mention that the racers don’t get the idea of lanes? So now you’re standing on the first “line”, cars whizzing by front and back as your nerve slowly wanes - looking…   hoping for an opening. And don’t follow the teenagers as they play UB frogger, it will only leave you stranded. They are quick and bold, with finely honed reflexes. And apparently we foreigners are just pasture.    

Of course what is a race without prizes? Here it is great food and fellowship; cashmere; articles of felt, camel and wool made by small producer co-ops; silver bowls; and other treasures. So saddle up and let’s ride!

...Ken

Tsogtoo, Altan and Ken



l to r - Tsogtoo, entrepreneur; Altan, director; Ken, CCA Coach