In the space of 24 hours our city-council provided, civilian-filled garbage-dumpster receives more visitors than on-line searches on Google.
Naturally the earlier they come, the richer the pickings; yet this does not deter the donkey driven carts, dilapidated vans & occasional bike from trying their luck at this free-for-all treasure hunt!
From this you can either conclude that our street has the most attractive “give-aways” in the Kingdom or that this phenomena is repeated on a daily basis on every street corner.
Apart from the putrefying smell and the hidden dangers of rooting through decomposing rubbish; this is an undoubted source of income in an extremely cut throat end of the value chain.
Yet the daily excavations by these bedraggled bounty-hunters makes me wonder what statement this makes about our society.
Whilst I fully support the right of every human being to exercise their vocation, this repeated vision is not only unsightly & unpleasant but speaks volumes to a society that is less civilized than we actually aspire, or claim, to be.
Whether this is a direct reflection of our expanding poverty line or a creative form of entrepreneurship remains to be seen.
This behavior does prove one thing however; one man’s meat is almost certainly another man’s poison. Literally.
An incongruous mix of old and new
Streets with names of folks we knew
A villa here, a tower there
Civic planning of which I despair
Our traffic rules are clear for all
Those that follow them so rare; if at all
Within this seemingly chaotic city
Are those that struggle and fill you with pity
The dustmen who clean our streets every day
The begging children who do not play
A growing abyss between rich and poor
The daily struggle to lead a life that is secure
A city full of contradicting trends
Be they conservative or fashion that offends
And yet in harmony we all do live
Our heart and souls to this land we give
For where else can you find such peace of mind
The love of a home-land so hard to define
A trip downtown holds a magic air
A simplicity rarely found elsewhere
I love the hustle & bustle of the market place
I long to capture each & every
For each one has a story to tell
Of how their fortunes rose and fell
The colours, sights and smells delight
Though crossing traffic fills most with fright
To understand where we are and how far we can reach
We need to see where we came from and thus I beseech
For us to maintain our heritage in this city of old
A valued treasure worth far more than gold.
~ By Rula Zein-Iddin