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"Working here is how I am able to feed my children," she said. "Of course it is not a usual job. Dodging pigs, used condoms, eating what I find; no it's not good for me. But it is a job and I have to persevere." Asthma makes life even harder for Rujuru. Toxic-laced smoke from small fires of burning waste spreads to every corner of Dandora. As a mother, though, what bothers her most is the adult behavior that her children are forced to witness. Save her four-year-old, all of the Rujuru family scavenges Dandora with their mother on weekends and after their classes to earn money for school fees, books, and uniforms.
"Tiger" is Dandora's gatekeeper. City trucks pay his cartel to enter the site. Trash pickers pay 10 KSH ($.12 USD) a game to use his pool table during breaks. And, in order for us to gain entry, we too had to pay Tiger for his approval. He grew-up eating the leftovers of Nairobi's airline passengers and has spent most of his life working at the site.
On the edges of the dumpsite you will find those that prefer to work alone, looking instead for metal scraps. The metal usually reveals itself easier in areas that have caught fire from biogas and these men endure the harshest breathing conditions with a potential larger payout for the product.
An informal chain of middle men and women has long done the dirty work for recycling companies. Sorting through metals, rubber, meat bones, milk bags, and plastics, hundreds of self-employed pickers scavenge the 30-acre dumpsite from 5am to sundown. Community buyers purchase their day's work at nearby weigh stations, eventually selling the newly acquired share to informal drivers who are ultimately paid upon delivery by the recycling companies. None of the workers make more than 250 KSH ($2.50USD) per day. Here, buyers in the slum wait for pickers to deliver bags of plastic bottles.