Friday, 2 December 2022

Podcast with Daphine Arinda Notes and poems

 Podcast with Daphine Arinda


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The podcasts are based around ...


“At this time in our history/global crisis, i would like to explore 3 questions:

What inspired you?

What are you doing now?

What would you do/support/invest in if you were a philanthropist now?

Arinda's notes and poems


One thing I would campaign for meaningfully is the celebration of scrap and bottle collectors in my Country Uganda. These people are devoted cleaners of mother earth, ridding her of plastics and metals that are increasingly eating up my soils and clogging my waters. They are underpaid and yet the benefit of the work they do is immense. They move around with sacks and huge bags picking up after careless busy bodies. Without contracts they feed the supply chain of recycling plants.

 

The people who Collect bottles and metal scrap are usually street children. These children have no parental love and care, they are homeless and this is one way to make a little money to buy some food.

 

If I was able to, I would campaign for the recognition of their labour as work that deserves to be paid generously. I am campaigning for them to be recognized as protectors of mother earth, for them to be awarded honour and accolades, to be consulted and considered in the development of policies and laws. They need to be visible in the line of advocacy towards climate justice.

 

The second thing I am really passionate about is poetry and specifically, I am talking about poetry as the language of nature. We should armour ourselves with a language that speaks to humanity about their habitant earth; a habitant which sustains them. We have forgotten how dependant we are on mother earth and poetry can create this connection. Engaging in poetry as an art of writing causes us to seek out nature often for ambiance. A quiet green spot can inspire free thought and creativity. Because many of us are not writing poetry, we miss out on this desire for serenity so we don’t know the cost of cutting down trees, destroying the hash of the river.We have not hunger for quiet or the colour green because crafts that get us into such spaces are forgotten or not   equated the necessary centrality in our education, politics and cultural expression.

 

Listening to or reading poetry is another way we can reconnect with nature and be encouraged in our drive for fair use of the Earth’s givings like minerals, oceans, forests and islands. I use poetry to inspire environmental justice.

 

Here is a poem about Women’s. relationship with land, how their right to mother earth is disenfranchised by patriarchy, colonialism and capitalism. Women are inheritors of the land yet the laws in most countries refuse them land ownership and equal rights to access  land. The poem is titled Goddess of the Earth. In this verse I call forth African deities of the Earth Queen Ati of Djibouti , Atete of Ethiopia, Wagar of Somalia, Mumbi of kenya, Kitaka of Uganda and Abuk of Sudan.

 

 

GODDESS OF THE EARTH

 

The equal rights promised by our constitutions

Are only ‘a sorry’ from a faulted intuition

You’d think that it is only natural

To remember that men and women are equal

They all breath using lungs

They have limbs to walk

And mouths to talk

And even if they did not walk or talk;

Because they breath- that is enough.

 

We use the law and policies

Like borrowed candles

That burn only for a while

But cannot be used completely

We call earth mother

But look what we’ve done here-

Pollution in the air and water.

We love our mothers

Yet treat women as weaklings

 Things to be despised and deprived

 

Queen Ati of Djibouti

Atete of Ethiopia

Wagar of Somalia

Mumbi of kenya

Kitaka of Uganda

Abuk of Sudan

The deities of land are women

Yet women are the most dispossessed of land!

 

Shall we comply with a pile of lies

Laid out in words

On sheets of paper

Ratified and passed by men

Yet the Goddesses tell us

That women are the inheritors

 of earth

And that is not selfish

Because women love their children

And men are women’s children.



GASIYA
Pesticides have robbed butterflies of their homes and plants don’t flower anymore.

Our soils are awash with non-bio degradable grain
This is not Biology!
This is “sort your garbage!
Because tea pots are being recycled from medical waste and the toxins rattle in the belly like snakes

For each breath taken carcinogens are the token…
- Black fumes
- White fumes
I can’t breath…

Rest in Peace flood victims in Bwaise,
Did I say Kyambogo too?
Rest in Peace fresh water without zinc, mercury or lead.
Rest in Peace Good roads:
robbed of its way,
the silver blade digs a away through our roads.

Subbi?
Xenson,
Is there art in Gasiya?
Can we recreate each piece of plastic into a centre piece
For our tables when we’ll dine on the benefits of Waste management?

Flowers in forests
Cannot be seen at the canopy
Down below
They glow
And only those who crawl
Can see their glory.

Until Land fills
And recycling plants
Are depots of compost
We shall only see a forest of waste
Waiting to consume us.
Can we crawl for the almighty Compost
That awaits to bless our fields and give yield to our crops?

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