Sustainable foolishness ... green lunacy

Dongomi! Dongomi! Dongomi! Green is now the new global business. In Ghana, it is even more of the new business. "Pure water" po nfa ni hu. (trnsltn: Pure water business better go find a beach to lay on). It’s so attractive not because it is such a business for most of those in it, but because, to them, it's just another phase of career options. Everyone is “going green”, everyone is collecting plastic, paper, shit (yes, you read right) … let’s go do some too, dude. And so, we have those collecting the pure water satchets and turning it in for a neat little sum, those sewing together the snippets of fabrics the tailors usually throw out and reselling them in the now very popular "asasaa", those making accessories and items out of plastic discards in the trail of Trashy Bags, the (foreign) companies acquiring human faecal and urine matter to generate biogas, those of them involved in bio-projects, but more disturbingly, those who are doing all of it in the hopes of making a quick buck. 

God bless 'em! The streets are now cleaner and free of most plastic waste, we have less faeces being dumped into the sea, we have a new vibrant phase in our fashion industry, we have more unique products on the market, and we are getting some foreign investment to help dispose of our own waste!

We have young, old, middle-aged; foreign, Ghanaian; tycoons and CEOs, job-seekers, fresh graduates, young dreamers ... all charging for green/eco/bio opportunities in the country. 

As at 2010 and 2011, I was so excited about this, figuring that the worst that could happen was for the country to benefit from the activities, and for them to rub off on all of us, especially those who litter most, and cause a sustainable decrease in those negative activities; also, to give us more options for our lighting and fuel. But 2012, and (the horror) 2013 sees a vibrant green economy with very little green education, advocacy, policies, platforms, and sustainable impact on the people and the environment; even more expensive petroleum and the ever-irregular electricity supply. Yes, the EPA of Ghana did well last year to put out a lot of radio adverts (and newspaper and television too) on NOT tossing rubbish and waste into the gutters, bushes, on the ground, and other despicable behaviours. I was very happy to see this because it changed a fair number of Ghanaians, and it is something they MUST continue. But how consistent has this been? Have they collated feedback to improve or change tactics? Are people learning? Can anyone who needs to dialogue with them find welcome or have an easy time getting responses? Will they share their findings with the public?

How many of the entities doing the waste disposal, biogas projects, cleaning the cess-points of the country, etc have community forums and engagements to let the people know what is being done, why it has to be done, and teach them how to reduce that kind of waste/waste disposal?

Why do several countries and entities, especially the Ministry of Energy, feel that it is funny for them to keep competing with themselves to announce the start of the biggest, most ambitious solar-farms and solar projects ever in Ghana, and never get seen again? Do they think we have the same funny-bones as them? I don’t think we do because we aren’t laughing yet.

Even worse, there is the Ministry of Environment, Science & Technology and the Ministry of Energy, and the Ministry of Lands & Natural Resources. 3 ministries that each hold a responsibility to an aspect of the country’s environmental and green issues. Full stop. Looking at me for an expansion of that point? Yeah, me too.

Should they not be identifying young, radical but efficient Ghanaians working on environmental issues and make some funds and training available for some of their projects or ideas, and monitoring them through the years? How about training people in Community Leadership with focus on Waste/Bio/Green Energy & Fuel issues so they facilitate dialogue, ideas, and technology actualizations in neighbourhoods and school campuses? How about urging Ghanaians to be each other’s keeper, and point out to people who litter that it is wrong and they must not keep doing it? How about BANKS GIVING LOANS FOR GREEN ENERGY?! We see y’all crooking your darn fingers at us, and crooning love-songs of loans for nails, lipstick, shoes, cars, weddings, schoolfees, and holiday trips, yes we do!

Everyday, I see well-dressed men, respectable-looking women, sexy ladies, grown-up couples, greasy-looking thugs and homeless-looking women dropping litter JUST LIKE THAT. Like they breathe. So easily. I see schoolchildren walking and dropping food litter on the ground without so much as caution or fear that adults are around. I ALWAYS berate as softly as possible, and if the person’s reaction calls for it, then I pull out my big fierce attitude and hammer home. Yes indeed. Wharumean? Nansins.

You all should learn to be environmentally conscious. And it’s about time we call on the government to begin making firm plans for the country’s future starting now – less littering, educate on waste disposal, PROVIDE waste disposal facilities, give us alternatives for lighting, fuel, and energy and put a heart into GREEN.ENVIRONMENT.ECO.BIO.SUSTAINABILITY.RECYCLING.WASTE.issues.

Filth is becoming us too easily. All the excuses of “But, they sweep here everyday!” … “This is the gutter, not your living room for goodness’ sake!” … “Leave me alone, crazy lady!” … “What are you gonna do? Beat me?” … “Please Madam I am sorry. (Pause) I cannot put my hand in the gutter to pick it.” … “Please okay. (squeezes face and gives me a middle finger when I turn my back)” and best of all, the notion that they have tossed the trash away from themselves, so they are okay, but do not realise that if they want it far away from themselves, nobody else does either; all these must change to “I will put in the dustbin when I get home/office/where I am going” … “I will poop and dig a hole in the ground and bury it WELL, without a plastic bag” … “I will know where to take my household disposables and e-gadgets” ... "I will learn to save energy and/or use it wisely, no matter if I am rich enough to buy a continent".

       … or are we just a bunch of weak-minded, shallow-disciplined plebs? *hiccup*

... and HOPE stood tall.

It's surreal sometimes ... an out-of-body like experience, seeing myself still on this journey  I started for ESF (if you're new to this blog, that stands for Energy Solutions Foundation, my NGO); seeing the projects I've worked on, and still on, are things I never thought I could accomplish or have enough time and energy for; things I have absolutely no academic and professional background in. Yet, I am actually ...doing them ... and getting them done right.

DO YOU KNOW HOW EXCITING THAT IS FOR ME?!

Below are images of the recycled things I designed and actually made last month, after a bit of hiatus:

Our RECYCLED coffee table (BornAgain! product line: discarded car tyre, metal rod, and construction plywood.

ALL the recycled and upcycled products from the latest BornAgain! range of designs.

The upcycled BornAgain! Notebooks, Drinking glass, and the Coffee Table. #sustainability #recycling

The back of our upcycled notebooks: old tealeaf boxes used to make files for keeping 'things' safe.

Old T-shirts, and old sponge ... and voila! A mop, a rug, a bathmat - it works!

Our fabric scraps and cushion corner seat - recycled  from old fabrics, cushion, and  a metal rod.

The full album is on my Facebook ESF Page, here.
What do you think about them? Tell me. 

I have also found more inspiration for this pioneering work in the Energy, Waste, and Recycling industry, meeting and working with a sister NGO concerned with the plight of mentally challenged and handicapped people; and having travelled through Benin's Songhai Centre, through Nigeria and seen the energy challenges, through Kenya and seen the innovations, through Togo, Burkina Faso and seen how the African sub-region is (not) handling the most pressing need of the people - ENERGY. POWER. FUEL.

I know what these projects do for me. They keep hope alive. For me, and the many people who now own some of these items.And the many other people who are about to benefit from owning one. And the many others who are being taught how to make one via my district and area programmes, and the many others who will sell some for a commission. That means profit, livelihoods, skills, capacity-building. 
That means HOPE.

GH2560 cedis worth of donations burning a hole in my pocket!

I have GH2560 burning a hole in my pocket!!

A year ago, I started a campaign to raise funds of GH50 or $25 from 100 people to build a biogas plant for a little farming village in the Upper West Region of the country, estimated at GH5000 then. (See the right-hand top column for all the links). I managed to get some donations in, some contributions, some word-of-mouth support, and a 12 months later, I am ‘stuck’ at GH2560 cedis.

About GH350 of it came from selling our Eco-Poofs – seats made out of discarded car tyres. The rest came from pure contributions directly meant to support the fundraiser, with our biggest support coming from MAKSI Fashion House (they advertised in magazines, online, and gave us a percentage of sales made from part of their clothing range) and Bibie Brew, the legendary Ghanaian musician based in France and recently Ghana (contributed financially, ordered most number of Eco-Poofs for her theatre café in Tesano, Ghana and has offered to buy our eco-rocker which is not yet in production).

I must admit that due to career, parental, and academic responsibilities, I have found it extremely difficult to keep chasing after donations, blasting word out on the social media platforms, and sustaining the momentum with which I started. I am practically my own team for everything happening under this Renewable Energy initiative and within my NGO Energy Solutions Foundation. It is NOT easy. However, every now and then, I do get to take some time off everything and continue the fundraiser, because my research work, advocacy work, and charity work under Environmentalism, Renewable Energy, Bio-Technology Inventions, Climate Change innovations are still going on very strongly – those can be done from practically anywhere. Unlike the fundraising!

Well, bottomline is, I have been wondering how to transform this amount thus far into something beneficial for the village in question: do I use the money to make briquettes and send to them in the village? (Can last the entire village a month – free fuel for cooking and lighting) OR do I hold on to it and keep fundraising (I am unsure when I will hit the target, and if the money will still be sufficient for such a project) OR do I ask my readers and the donors to this fundraiser to guide and counsel me on WHAT TO DO WITH THEIR MONEY??

I somehow liked the last option better, so here I am …. asking ... what will you like me to do with the money you donated to me for the Tuori Biogas project? I really really really want answers and suggestions, even from those who did not donate. After all, there is a lot a young beautiful lady like me can do with GH2560 cedis, and that ish is seriously calling my name!

HELP! or as a former friend of mine once blatantly told me, “Money is never dead. No matter how long you owe someone, the amount is still the same, and money will still exist. You will definitely pay the person that value when the money comes to you. It is not fruit, that it should spoil.” He had just ‘chopped’ my GH800cedis. The reason he is a former friend should now be obvious. Clearly, he’d never heard of bad debts and what they can do to the lender’s state of mind.

If you don’t give me suggestions for this money, this money will become like my former friend’s wise quote … 

Why I have still not posted about World Environment Day

Yes, indeed.

Tuesday 5th June
It’s 4am. Accra. I got out of bed to get ready for work as usual, and seconds after, the entire neighbourhood went pitch-black. The lights are off. Electricity is out. Black-out. In my head, I can see 10,000 people in the neighbourhood shrug their shoulders and say to themselves “What’s new?” This situation is as common as small change in our part of the world. 

In this same vision, I can see them grab a candle and matchsticks OR a kerosene lantern OR a battery-operated torchlight OR a rechargeable lantern of sorts OR power on their diesel/petrol generators. A few will even have the greater luxury of turning on their alternators and yet a smaller number would not even have had time to blink in between the black-out and their self-powering deluxe petrol/diesel generators coming alive.

Most times, I can’t help but wonder why most of Africa still has insufficient electricity, still has intermittent flow of energy, still has major problems keeping economies running and growing. We have more opportunities to make hydro-electricity, more sunshine to make solar, enough wind to charge up a storm, and more than enough biomass options to make organic, environment-friendly coal, biogas, etc for cooking and petty fuel needs. MUCH MORE THAN ANY OTHER CONTINENT. We have an abundance of natural, green resources (we are now very quickly depleting and abusing), and because our population figures compared to the spread of land is low and spacious, and there is more than enough for everyone. Why do we still have a huge problem with the one thing that can rapidly grow our economies and put money in the people’s purses – Lord knows they work so hard for a pittance.

One word. POLITICS.

I know that we’ve sold our souls to the American, European, and Chinese governments.

I know that it is because Africa has been trussed up and tossed into the laps of these “super” countries and African leaders are busy doing the strip-tease and shimmying up and down the pole, dropping it like it’s hot to the power-drunken, hysterical, drug-induced, hyena-like hoots and catcalls of the “super” plunderers and slave-drivers.

Look at this:

Candles

Matchsticks

Batteries

Torchlights

Torches

Rechargeable battery units

Lanterns

Alternators

Generators

Automatic plant-size generator-sets

Are these goods (mostly) manufactured in Africa? No.

Are they companies owned by Africa(ns)? No.

Are they bringing any profit to Africa? No.

Yet all these items and more are what Africans turn to each time the lights go off. The use of our own natural green energy sources is very miniscule because most Africans cannot afford it, and most stockers refuse to sell it in unit sizes that can be afforded by the average bloke. And then again, those who can afford it are busy using generators. Why?

Because those selling the solar are mostly non-African companies. They have been instructed to market mostly non-green products to us.

Because most of the banks on this continent are non-African owned. They will not grant us funding to develop or grow our green industry and energy sources – it is the one answer to our economic success as a continent.

 Because most of the import companies and large merchandise shops are owned by non-Africans. They have a part in the conspiracy that ensures that we get what they decide to bring us, not what we want. And what they bring us is like all the above, geared to ensure that we keep purchasing their products, we keep relying on their products even for life-saving issues, we do not have access to energy and fuel products that can make use of our natural resources – like solar, wind turbines, biogas, etc - , and that we do not develop these aspects of our economy, because if we did, we would with all our resistance to suffering and familiarity to hard work, progress so quickly that in a few years, our natural resources, our minerals and wealth, our high IQs and brains, would make us the biggest, richest, most powerful, energy-abundant, mineral-wealth abundant continent in the entire world. WE would be in power of ourselves, and would have the most resources and deepest intelligence to automatically take control of our own affairs and invariably that of the world.

But as some of my very old folks say here, “White man’s witchcraft is real somethin.”

Every African leader has somehow fallen inside the ‘’scheming. We keep on taking the aid. We keep on flying over there for fancy lunches and tours and state visits, and forums. We keep on going to beg for grants and welcoming their investments. We keep on bending over … backwards, forwards, and all ways. Now if it were only the leaders doing this, I wouldn’t be writing this ….. but they screw us all. Not once, as many times as they like. Not by only one master, but by several. Not in one aspect, but in everything, and not for a lifetime/generation only, but for several.

It is so much like a voodoo curse placed on a bloodline. No matter what you do or where you pass, once you have a drop of that blood in you, you get a feel of that voodoo. We cannot escape it, even though it is our leaders doing this horrible thing. And we suffer most for it, even as they make bundles and bundles of money for themselves and if wise, their families.

So every time the light goes off in Ghana now, I just notch it on the wall for the Americans, the Europeans, and the Chinese… and the pension benefits of our African leaders. Here is more usage of their candles, batteries, torches, generators, alternators, and even petrol/diesel. Their livelihoods are made by the number of times our lights go off a year, and the total hours they STAY OFF. Their livelihoods are made whilst our children die in hospitals, candle-fire deaths; mothers die in labour on the delivery mats/beds in pitch-black clinics and health posts; dignified men and women come home with barely enough to feed and educate their children month end after month end, and our leaders keep shimmying up and down that pole… dropping it hot.

Its 5.12 am. The lights are still off. I have been sitting in the darkness, typing this out on an american-made notepad, in the glow of a solar torchlight assembled somewhere in the world, but at least, charged up by my African sun. Yeah, it is a start. What are you doing?

Now, to my African leaders, in the words of one of my sister-girlfriends said, “Africa does not want more aid. She wants her shit back. All of it. Now.” 

OUR ECO-LABEL – BornAgain! UPDATE II.



BornAgain! Eco-Rocker



BornAgain! Eco-Rocker in use



Woah!

Been a minute since I last blogged in December.

It’s what … March now? Dag, how time flies.

How time flies when yer having fun. And I have been having fun.

Oo yeah. Having fun skinning my hands and limbs, hammering my fingertips silly, blistering my palms, sweating the f**k outta my pituitary glands, and getting all grimy and dirty for our eco-label BornAgain!. Read about our Tuori Fundraiser if you’re now hearing about it … weirdo. 0_0

Yep. I’ve been building trendy, competitive, good standard furniture out of discarded car tyres, common materials, tossed-out stuff, and a ton of imagination. Not only that, but I’ve been crafting recycled footwear too. Yes! Yes! Darn, good-looking, actually usable, durable, adorable, chic, trendy footwear, out of … you guessed it … discarded/spoilt car tyres! Combined with other materials, as the design permits – leather, fabric, beads, etc.

Last time I posted, I shared the inspiration for the label BornAgain! (by now I assume you HAVE read the link I referred to you just above), and the intention to launch something every 4 weeks.

Well, whew! Motherhood and work and school had me embarrassingly backsliding for a bit, but now, hello!! I am back and with 3 new products!:

-      The BornAgain! Eco-Rocker ( a rocking chair design)

-      The Return of AfroMoses (unsiex footwear inspired by poet DK Osei-Yaw)

-      The Rampunzels (female footwear inspired by the world ^_^)

For the photoshoot images (kind courtesy of the darling Desire Clarke), do click here won't you?

Now, I know how most times, we have people dreaming up a concept and then having other artisans and craftspeople doing the actual polishing up in terms of engineering and technological set-up, putting it all together, then building it? Well, in this case, I 100% designed these, and 65% built them (the footwear was 100% my work though). So when you are looking at them, know that a hard-working woman put em together for a better future for the kids and the country and the world and all o’ that. Ha!

All these designs (furniture and footwear) used a lot of car-tyre material in it, the inner tubing of some tyres, old leather etc. All profits of the sales go to ESF (the NGO’s) projects, and the current project of priority is the Tuori Fundraiser.

So far, we have raised GH¢2560.00 out of the targeted GH¢5000.00 ($3500).

We are very excited here at ESF about all the endless possibilities scattered before us. We began this journey 3 years ago, in July 2009, insisting on taking it patiently, but doggedly – never quitting, always delivering and ever-persisting. 3 years later, countless media interviews, presentations, forums, collaborations, consultations, data-gathering, research, travels and trips, 5 inventions, 1 magazine cover later – we are growing in unmistakeable consistency and reputation.

We signify hope to a growing minority of GH youth and Ghanaians; we engender possibilities that were just yesterday considered impossible; we are succeeding in drawing more people to believe in us and join in the dance of Green.Sustainable.Eco = Life.Future.Jobs.

We pioneered renewable energy advocacy and charity in Ghana and the sub-region. we pioneered a woman at the forefront of such an entity. We pioneered a youthful Board of Directors of such an initiative.

We broke the rules and blazed a trail. It broke our bones but not our resolve. We healed, andkept healing. We can’t be held back now. The world is our path. But as I often say … without you, all this sh*t.

Join us.

P.S. Wanna see our pics? Click here.

FAVOUR IS A WOMAN ... IWD

I'm a phenomenal Woman.

“Favour is a woman”. I read that somewhere in one of the millions of novels I have read in my short lifetime. I fell in love with it at once. Not because of the obvious bias of the situation, but because it said so much about life’s ways in such a short, sharp point.

It is women who hold the nurturing and insightful essence of (hu)mankind. We’ve heard it a million times how women are this and that, and oooh, how wonderful and yet so complex we are; often in comparison to men (who else?). Pardon me if I apologise unregretfully and unrepentantly, but you are about to hear it all over again.

Yes, women are the essence that holds everything in life and the world together, but in patriarchal places like Ghana, women are fucked over and plundered mercilessly in more ways than one. Choose whether the pun intends for you or not.

We are externally-oriented people, who often focus on what The Other Person needs, considers,thinks, and is. We instinctively put others first, and almost always knee-jerk in care and concern wherever the situation arises. We love to be cared for, and we love companionship. Give me a sceptic Arnold Schwarzenegger female look-alike, watch me pair her with a caring, loving man, and see her melt into Rampunzel or Cinderella before your very eyes. No matter how successful, how strong, how illiterate, how mentally crazed, how sceptic a woman is … there is always still a little piece of her that cares about the other person, the helpless, the endangered, the needy.

We are also the more creative of the sexes, and the deeper thinkers who can better conceptualize and direct affairs and dreams than the men.

We love our men though, and a little bit too much. They are the center of our world, the clouds above our heads, the weather at whose mercy we exist. From our mothers who over-pamper their sons and insist on getting silly wives for them, to our sisters who allow our brothers to go scot-free no doing chores or house-maintenance, to our girlfriends and wives who permit our husbands to run riot whenever and wherever, male members free and ready to plunder any permitting female member within reach.

We give them way too much freedom to be unethical, inconsiderate, unselfless, and scheming – and we’ve paid for it with a highly patriarchal society kept alive by women, but constantly diseased and abused by men. We thus, have created for ourselves a vicious situation – we create the men who create the disease, and we are the same women who must tend to the diseased society. Where do we step off? Oh, I don’t know. To me, it seems like we’re in for a long ride.

But I made a choice some years ago to jump off that bus, and face whatever the consequences may be. And I broke quite a lot of bones, and a lot of male egos too. But I healed; my bones set, and my life went on. You can jump off too.

Every now and then, some young girl reaches out a window from that trundling bus and calls out for help. I reach out to them too. Some jump, others don’t. But I know they’ll come around, ‘cus you see, with every circuit that damn bus makes, more and more girls jump, and less and less remain in there. You can’t tell me that that is not infectious. It is! So come join me if you’re a woman who also jumped some time ago. Let’s get more girls and even other women off that bone-shaker and onto solid ground. Let’s increase our numbers, and begin shaping up our societies and our country.

I know that bus-driver looks damn good and handsome. I know he’s promised you lots of good loving and little bundles of joy who look just like him. I know he’s promised you the cruise of a lifetime. Heck, not on a bus like that, he ain’t!

Close your eyes and jump off! Some brothers of his are out there, who understand us and support us. Find someone amongst them. You will, I know it.

So jump, little lady. Jump big sister. Jump, my mother. Onto this solid ground called Me. Onto this solid ground called Liberation. Onto this solid ground called Endless Possibilites.

You can build that machinery. You can invent. You can run that business. You can actualize those thing that you only did in your mind. You can. You too can.

It is necessary, in a world so ruled by men that many women have now been forced to live like men, just to keep up and survive. We are losing our care and love; and we’re growing large egos.

Ah, egos. The sport of man.

A man will do anything and everything to preserve the sanctity of his ego (and even that of his fellow brother). A man will keep a crucial truth to himself for life, pine himself to death in pain, watch his woman walk away, see his children lose the light in their eyes, lose a potential lover, cause a war … if it will preserve the sanctity of his ego!

I don’t know what it is with that, but it has changed women for the worse.

It doesn’t have to be that way. I am certain.

And I am more certain that it shall not be that way … as I watch my sisters from all over the world slowly rising up from the mire of patriarchy, abandonment, abuse, disrespect, and make it!

Does it offend any man or dis-oriented woman that” I walk as if I have oil-fields pumping in my backyard? Or that I walk as if I have diamonds at the juncture of my thighs?”

Now you know why.

Ah. I have said much, haven’t I?

But in the end when all is said and done, if more has been said than done … then we have a problem. So, if you can, take a stand.

To borrow from something my American sisters say, you do not have to like this (me), or agree with it (me); but you will respect me.

Shout- outs to women like this/me who are leaping off that bone-shaker. Who run the world?! Ha!

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY!!!

BornAgain! Funding our projects from within ... will it work?

Our eco label ... "BornAgain!" ... of old tyres (Line1)

You may all know by now that I have spent the past 5 to 6 months trying to raise funds for a Biogas plant for a little village in the Upper West Region, called Tuori. If you don't know about it yet (*giving you a strange look*), then click here and have a gander: Energy for Tuori (and all the others)!

Well, being a busy person who does many other things, and the NGO being a self-funded one, you can imagine how difficult it's been  keeping the momentum going in the face of the general suspicions and financial hardships of most Ghanaians ... N O T  G O O D. 
Haha. Okay, so now I can laugh about it. 
But only because I spent the last 2 months of the past 6 months of the fundraiser building up a careful structure for internal funding for the NGO's projects, so we don't have to keep worrying y'all with our beggar's aluminium cup ... yeah, the noisy one. And no, I don't sing and roll my eyes when  go begging.


Aaaannnnd, after weeks of thinking and careful planning, I came up with "Born Again!", an entity within the NGO which recycles and re-uses old and 'wasted' stuff, and makes them trendy-useful and affordable for people.
We then market it like every other usual service/product, sell it at competitive prices, and put ALL the profits after expenditure into the NGO's projects!
To start with, I looked at the huge numbers of tyres all over the city (and the country), and how difficult it is to find uses for them after car-owners discard them ... and I came up against two 'walls'.


I had decided previously to have them stripped and shredded, the strips to use in addition to wood and metal, or by itself ... for furniture. But soon after gathering a number of tyres, and purchasing some from vulcanisers (if you want it, they sell it ... cus they figure if you have a use for it, thing got value! Sigh ... I love my peoples), my shredder expert told me that there are 2 types of tyres: the wire-mesh (more common) and the nylon thread. The nylon thread is what CAN be stripped, NOT the wire-mesh.


Oh Lord. So I went back into town to get the nylon thread types. Then whilst he went to work shredding em up for my wood/metal combinations and the eco-friendly footwear line,  sat down with my sketch pad to design things that can use the wire-mesh tyres whole .... WHOLE, I say.


I came up eventually with 2 trendy designs : one for a seating facility, and one for a funky, eye-catching table design (which has a lot of oomph!).
So over the next 12 weeks, we will launch our first 3 eco-products for raising funds for our projects (very very crucial projects): an eco-seat made out of whole wire-mesh tyre .... an eco-table with wood-glass-rope combination also made out of whole wre-mesh tyre ... and 2 or 3 footwear designs made out of nylon-thread tyre with fabric-rope combination.


We hope (and intend) it to sell well to you, my supportive peoples on here, and your social circles and business associates ... as well as the general public not just in Ghana, but internationally. We hope to make good sales not only because our clients will want to support a good cause, but also because these eco-friendly products REALLY DO make your mouth drool, and make you feel real proud to own them. 
We guarantee you, they WILL BE quality, all through and through.


To show you how, follow this link to see some of our first few pictures of the TYRED.UP! an eco-seat under the BornAgain! label. Click The TyreSeater - BornAgain!
Give me all the feedback you want to ... but more practically, give me all the orders you can make! Haha! 


.... oh, and a Merry Christmas in advance. Make the rest of 2011 count. ;)


Golda.


P.S: the link also opens up other albums for you on trips and work done so far, so feel free to browse through all the albums and pictures.
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