I think South Africa is up there for having one of the best plastic bag policies… no thin plastics allowed, and if you want the thicker ones at a grocery store or shop, you have to pay for each bag used. Stores all sell cheap reusable canvas bags, keeping the land pretty and landfills free of excess waste. C’mon US lawmakers… what an easy step to take to help the environment. I know, plastics companies here would lobby till the cows come home and it’ll likely never happen since the government tends to love business profits more than the environment, but a girl can still dream. In the mean time, kudos to Uganda for taking their first step towards cleaning up their own environment. Yet another third world country that’s more progressive that our “developed” first world nation. Maybe Uganda’s legislation will help convince Kenya and Tanzania, or maybe even the US, to adopt similar bills!
Uganda: Uganda is in the East African Union and shares Kenya’s western border (only about 1-1.5 hours from where my village was). Uganda gained independence in 1962, had messy civil war for years till 1985 with the end of Idi Amin, and has active internal fighting still happening today between the LRA and the Ugandan army.
Two recommended recent films: Invisible Children and The Last King of Scotland.
One recommended musician: Samite, a cool guy we traveled with for a brief period who’s done work with Paul Simon, shared managers with Ladysmith Black Mambazo, and has put out 9 solo albums after fleeing Uganda as a refugee and eventually resettling in the States.
Read on for info about Uganda’s struggle to better their environment…
-Cat
Why Uganda hates the plastic bag
By Mark Whitaker
BBC News, Uganda
This weekend Uganda joins the growing number of East African countries which have banned the plastic bag in an attempt to clean up cities and prevent environmental damage including blocked drains.
Before your eyes become accustomed to the sight and the stench, the Chitezi municipal dump – which serves the Ugandan capital, Kampala – is like a scene from a painting by Bosch, a premonition of the Apocalypse, or a vision of Hell.
High in the sky, great birds wheel around on the thermals. At first glance, they look like giant vultures, casting ominous shadows on the ragged human scavengers strewn around below.
But as they touch down on the grey, stinking moonscape, they seem to take on a ghastly sub-human form themselves. Like cowled priests bent over the rotting piles.
With their moth-eaten plumage, grotesque “alopecia-ed” heads, and sinister reptilian eyes, these are Africa’s nightmare birds – marabou storks – fencing with their murderous bills over the carcass of a plastic sack they have ripped apart.
Flocking here in their hundreds, the ravenous birds are making a feast of Kampala’s refuse, squabbling with their human competitors over the richest pickings.
Grey women in flip-flops – some with babes in arms – clamber over piles of jagged metal and broken glass. Men – dust-bathed and ragged – push and shove to be first in line when the next truck comes, bringing the very latest delivery of detritus from the city.
One of the ragged men, Ezekiel, told me he had worked at Chitezi every day from sun up to sun down, collecting plastic for the past 10 years – for 50 pence a day.
Ezekiel told me he had thought long and hard about how the city could better organise its ramshackle waste management. Nobody ever listened, he said.
But Ezekiel – a man at the very bottom of Uganda’s social heap – still had lots to say about his country’s most talked-about attempt to tidy itself up: Uganda’s proposed ban on plastic bags.
Here they are called buveera, and they are everywhere.
Only a tiny fraction of them end up at Chitezi. Instead, once discarded, they are blown in the wind, washed into drains and water courses and eventually ground into the earth.
Uganda is blessed with some of the richest soil in Africa, but around the towns and villages it is laced with plastic.
New strata are forming – a layer cake of polythene and poisoned soil, through which Uganda’s rains can never percolate.
Instead, dotted around Chitezi are stagnant pools where even the storks will not drink. Their fetid waters bubble with the methane brewing beneath them.
In the slums and shanties buveera are breeding grounds for disease.
With no mains water and no sewerage system, the bags are used as toilets. Flying latrines they are called, because when you have filled them, you throw them as far away as you can.
And when the rains come and wash them out there is a good chance that some little boy or girl sent on an errand will see a bag in the street and use it again, to carry firewood or maybe food.
In one of Kampala’s slums I spoke to Bobby Wine – currently Uganda’s biggest home-grown pop star, a man who styles himself Ghetto President and Hygiene Ambassador.
He still lives and works in the slums, and he has written pop songs about plastic carrier bags. He calls them poison.
He points to neighbouring Rwanda. “Man”, he says, “that’s a poorer country than Uganda – but at the border if you have buveera, they tell you that you can’t come in. Why can’t we be like Rwanda?”
Well, the answer is that Uganda will be like Rwanda.
After a fair amount of stalling, the government has just announced that from 1 July the manufacture, import and use of plastic bags thinner than 30 microns will be banned. All other polythene will be subject to a whopping 120% tax.
The decision is perhaps timely. Kampala is gearing itself up for a visit by the Queen in November for the Commonwealth Heads of Government Meeting – or Chogm.
Everyone is talking about Chogm. The symptoms of Chogm fever – a rash of new buildings, a sudden outbreak of civic pride, general hyperactivity and the smell of new paint – are everywhere. And Chogm may have spelt the beginning of the end for buveera.
With disarming frankness, the country’s environment minister, Jesca Eriyo, confessed to me that she was embarrassed by her capital city’s lamentable standards of waste management; by Chitezi; by its sea of polythene, and its flying latrines.
Now, at last, they could all be headed for the exit door. And not just in Uganda. Neighbouring Kenya is introducing similar legislation. Tanzania wants to go even further and ban plastic drinks containers as well.
Despite its problems and its poverty, East Africa is blazing a trail which many in prosperous Middle England can only dream of following.
And the people I spoke to – the minister, the pop star, the shopkeepers of Kampala, or Ezekiel at the dump – all seemed happy to be pioneers in a post polythene age.
As one man in a corner shop put it: “Good riddance, who asked for all this plastic in the first place?”
Sidenote by Cat: I don’t think of marabou storks as “Africa’s nightmare birds.” I think they’re actually pretty cool… they’re giant, about 3-4 feet tall, and stand hunched over in dark feathers like an undertaker. I rather enjoyed seeing them all over Kenya in addition to Uganda and other countries.
