“Danger, stormwater drain,” read the sign. Below there was green-brown water and a lot of trash.
“Why do they have to call a life source, a storm water drain?” Paul Fairall gestured at the sign, frustrated. The Jukskei river is not recognised for what it is. It has been canalised into a concrete ripple and labelled: “stormwater drain”.
But the sign was right about one thing. The river is a “Danger”. Not because it has been transferred into a stormwater drain but because of what it contains.
Paul is the river guardian. He works everyday to save the river. He has been at it for 19 years. Today was the day he gave my group and I a tour of the river. We were overwhelmed with the information that we gleaned from the river’s oracle.
The MD of Johannesburg water told Paul that he knows more about the Jukskei than Johannebsurg water officials. This was not only a statement that revealed Pauls’ knowledge and passion for the river but also the government officials’ lack of concern for the Jukskei.
“They don’t walk the lines” complained Paul. Walking the lines refers to checking the manholes for blockages and pipe bursts once a week. It doesn’t happen anymore.
As we travelled from the source along the river, we found sewerage seeping into it at every point possible. Complaints to officials about such things usually go ignored, according to Paul.
Paul told us to never see a thing in isolation. Everything has ramifications and is part of the bigger picture. What happens in the Jukskei affects the woman and children surviving off it 2000 km down the line in Xai Xia, Mozambique. Those woman and children rely on the river. They drink our sewerage.
Paul can look at a plant growing near the river and tell immediately that sewerage has seeped into the ground because of the type of plant growing above it. And from the plant’s appearance he can work out how long the sewerage has been there. Today he pointed out a place in Bez Valley where sewerage had leaked out of a pipe and into the park. The bugweed told him the sewerage leak was 2 years old.
Paul Fairall admitted he gets disheartened. He told me he would go home tonight after our tour through pollution and “have 3 whisky’s too many and then pray for strength”. “I believe in God’s creation. That’s why I am fighting for it. No newspaper will say that because they want to water everything down,” he added. But strength from God helps him to wake up in the morning and continue his war.
Paul has fought in four wars, he told us. He was a mercenary in the Congo and he fought in Zimbabwe and in Angola. He is not proud of those wars. But now he is fighting a fourth war. He is trying to get the government to care about the river.
They don’t.
It would help if they cared about toilets. There is a shortage of 5000- 10000 toilets in the CBD, Paul believes. So sewerage from the hijacked buildings and the thousands of homeless people enters the streets, the drains and then the river.
Our river is a toilet and it runs into the Hartebeestpoort dam. Then it is used to water plants. “Grow your own vegetables,” Paul told us.
It was not an easy river tour. It was not fun, easy or encouraging. Everywhere the river was filthy and smelly.
But I did see two beautiful dogs at the litter catchment. They were carried down the river as puppies and trapped in the grid designed to stop trash. They were rescued by the caretaker of the catchment and now they are beautiful dogs who run around, full of life. They are proof that rescues do happen.