So, it’s difficult to know where to begin in scenarios such as this, how to tie loose ends and round everything off in one. Well firstly this is not an end by any means. It is a completion of my observations on an ongoing and expanding organization. One insight of many to come, and an opportunity available to anyone who has a desire to to contribute, innovate and change Accra, Ghana, West Africa and the World.
For me these past weeks have been an insight into a business and NGO, a culture and the individuals within it. The purpose of documenting this has been to create an awareness and appreciation of the fact that trashy bags are not just a product. They are living and breathing, they were taken care of from birth, each individual sachet is touched by many hands. From collecting, cutting, cleaning, folding, stitching, sewing, every person involved has a story, a past, a family, and aspirations for the future. What we see as a cool bag is enabling someone to have a life and their children to have prospects.
The people: So on my last day there we had a party in the afternoon, played some music and boogied. I love the way Ghanaians know how to party and that they don’t need much to have a good time. Basically just someone to tell them to stop work and turn on the music. Everyone has inherent rhythmn, they can all naturally groove. Unlike the vast majority of westerners and the british club scene who awkwardly bounce up and down. I love it, I love being able to go somewhere you can dance. We had some food, meat pies and spicy chicken. One thing I won’t miss is the lack of variety in food, although it is great that Ghanaians love their food. The best part of the afternoon was the speeches. I always knew the locals were generous and gracious but this really highlighted the fact. Everyone was so pleased to have me there even though I wasn’t really doing much. They were the ones that welcomed an insider into their fold, daily shared their food with me and always greeted me with smiles. Yet they were the ones that wanted to thank me and give me gifts when I left, literally anything they had on them. Earrings were detached, bracelets slid off. Despite how annoyed and frustrated I get about the amount of Ghanaians that scam foreigners, in cabs, at the market, this group of people who have so little were very generous to me. While some of my interviews have shown complaints and often lack of appreciation for their relatively stable situation working at TB, at the heart I believe their sole aim is just to better themselves and create opportunities. This is where development starts, with the people.
The business: Trashy Bags is described as a Social Enterprise, it is non profit and it’s aims are multifaceted. I have seen that running such a company is a daily struggle for just one main coordinator to time manage; funding and the amount of customers is often a worry. Often things get sidetracked for the wellbeing of the workers; the day Rita had to be taken to hospital was not necessarily productive from a business standpoint. However that is Trashy Bags all over, employees first. There are also many opportunities for business to expand with partners and customers around the world. Each day several people will come into the showroom having heard about Trashy Bags by word of mouth. It is a place to see when visiting Accra. I hope and intend for the word to continue spreading.
Cultural awareness- Things Ghanaians generally won’t understand:
I have a boyfriend; I don’t intend to marry him.
I’m not sure if I want to get married or not.
I don’t know if I believe in God, or, I don’t believe in God (in Ghana atheism and agnosticism don’t really exist).
I can’t get up at 5am; 9am is too early for me.
So, there are many people’s stories I did not get to tell, but each worker has one. The day I departed, Lydia returned. Usually she oversees the workshop, so sadly I missed out a large aspect of how the company runs. I got to see it in slow motion without little Lydia’s energy. There are many aspects of business and Ghanaian culture I have not seen or grasped. But I do know that Trashy Bags deserves to flourish, so much effort has gone into making it what it is. The streets are being cleaned, albeit one sachet at a time, rubbish is being recycled into practical items, awareness is being raised, and a local communtiy is being supported. I will miss spending time here and hope that someday those reading this blog will visit TB at Dzorwulu and make this positive judgement for themselves.