I am the cash crop here. Aid is what the community tries to grow, to nurture. It neglects its own children, its own future, its self reliance, by seeking to bring in a bumper harvest of foreign aid. The aid farmer has to be nuanced and subtle in his efforts, the crop will wither if it feels like it is being artificailly cajoled. It has to feel that it is a necessary, unavoidable benign tumour on its victim. It must feel virtuous to bear fruit.