As a child, I didn’t think twice about trash. Scraps for which I no longer found a use were chucked in a bin and that was all she wrote. I don’t even recall when the term landfill entered my vocabulary, let alone the thought of landfill sites filled to capacity due to over consumption and high-waste accumulation.
The presidential election in 2004 was the first time I heard prospective candidates mention climate change and important political movements needed to protect the environment. Environmental projects were without a doubt on the back burner of presidential campaigns at the time—just enough talk to attract environmentalists, conservationists and tree huggers. That was then, and this is now.
By 2009, most US universities invested in a plethora of large recycling bins throughout campuses, provided reusable cutlery and biodegradable plates in cafeterias, and campaigned to urge students to conserve water by avoiding the use of food trays. Wow. As a wannabe environmentalist, the pride oozed from my pores when I witnessed such a campaign. After I moved to New York City, it wasn’t long before my sister Kathrine and her waste-conscientious friends had a positive impact on my environmental beliefs.
In my apartment in Brooklyn, I often noticed more items in recycling bins than trash bins. Moreover, composting had become an excuse to go into the city. Yes it was a little less than desirable to lug a couple of Envirosax reusable bags filled with banana peels, coffee grounds, tea bags, etc in the subway. The pungent odor, however, weakened when I walked through Union Square, passed hot apple cider and fruit-filled muffin vendors, and found one of NYC’s community composts. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel virtuous after I dumped food scraps in those compost bins.
In Togo, trash has entirely new meaning; and I certainly wasn’t prepared for the change. All I knew before I arrived in Togo was consumption was going to decrease, and waste would also decline. Togolese embrace the phrase one person’s trash is another person’s treasure. But it doesn’t end there. Almost everything is reused. In fact, I can tell when a bottle of Sport Actif has recently been washed, cleaned, relabeled and filled with more Sport Actif by the top line from the liquid—a bit of residue I suppose. I’ve even picked up a habit of tearing off labels from bottles for not only my amusement, but also to help speed up the recycling process. Yeah!
Remember the phrase mothers and fathers always tell their children if food is left on their plates? “Hey! There are starving children in Asia and Africa!” Well Volunteers have practically tattooed such a phrase on their hearts. Honestly, if a Volunteer wastes food in Africa…whoa…sure hope they’re praying to whatever God they think will help them. Any unwanted food—leftovers unable to preserve—is simply passed to petits (little children) in the area. They’ll find somebody who’ll eat it if not themselves and our consciences are cleared.
I don’t have a special compost procedure similar to Brooklyn, but it’s something: place banana peels, carrot and spinach stems, egg shells, etc in a plastic bag and whenever I go for a walk around town or run errands I just toss scraps in nearby fields. All part of the circle of life!!
Tomato paste and tuna cans are reused—either as Dutch oven pieces or muffin pans and candleholders. Whatever water bottles I have chez moi have been reused as cooking oil and kerosene containers; and Togolese often use empty gin bottles as petrol containers.
What about everything else? Tissues, phone and Internet cards, Tampons and pads L, etc are all burned. Yes, burned. Truth is, this is my least favorite part about being in Togo. I despise burning trash. After hearing stories of female Volunteers who had not properly burned their trash and then found children playing with used Tampons, I not only make sure I burn my trash early in the morning, but I soak that S#*T with kerosene. Burn baby, burn!!
What about restaurants and other businesses? What do they do with their trash? They burn their trash too! And as mentioned above, one person’s trash is another person’s treasure. There’s no shame in it either. Just reusing what is available, adding a bit of creativity, and reducing waste. Nice.
À la prochaine! J
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