Yesterday I spent the whole day in a tro-tro on
my way back from Cape Coast to Hohoe.
Tro-tro stations are crowed, noisy and dusty.
We must look for the tro-tro that heads our final destination and enter. We
wait until it’s full and when that happens we leave. While we wait inside the
tro-tro lots of people sell food through the tro-tro’s windows.
I had been curious for a while to try fried
plantain so I bought it - it’s quite similar to chips but with plantain
instead. I ate it and in the end when I was going to put the plastic bag inside
my backpack to later put it in a trash can the guy next to me, who had been
trying to handle a conversation, hold the plastic bag, throw it to the
tro-tro’s floor and said:
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Don´t
put it in your backpack; put it the floor – they’ll pick up latter.
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No!
– I grabbed the plastic bag and put it in my backpack – I’ll put it here and
when I get home I’ll put it in a trash can.
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Why?
They will pick it up later.
That’s when I thought “right, and then they
will just throw it somewhere on the floor like everyone always does here”.
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How
would you do if you have something liquid?
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If
it was back home I would put it in a trash can because they are all over. Here
I would do the exact same thing – I showed him that I also had a water bag
inside another plastic bag.
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Hum…
ok, I understand – He didn´t seen that much convinced.
Some people (the more educated ones from what I
understood) keep it at home and then burn it usually either early in the
morning or later in the evening – we can smell it quite often.
I can now see the importance of education even
on the things I used to take as granted – I never actually thought about the
fact that I (and the rest of the country) was educated to put the trash in
trash bins; it’s like there is not even another way of doing it; it’s
automatic.
07/08/2012
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