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It’s been a week since Dagogo
has had his hands dirty and greasy.
His life as a mechanic depends on that grease.
Well, living in the densely populated city of Port Harcourt,
he gets cars coming into the shop every day.
These cars have problems -
and sometimes even the people who drive them do.
Business can be slow.
And when you have nothing to do – like Dagogo here –
you notice things.
Things like how dirty the place is
or how much oil gets thrown away every single day.
It’s true. Mechanics service cars all the time.
And when they do, they replace the engine oil.
So what happens to that oil?
Nothing.
Why should anything happen to it?
It’s used and useless.
Dagogo knows this but he also knows
that what’s common practice between him
and his fellow mechanics is wrong.
Nobody likes a mechanics workshop -
not the customers, not the plants...
maybe the mechanics, but not everybody is a mechanic.
In a major crude oil producing city such as this one,
where petroleum products are relatively cheaper
to buy than in other countries,
why should one worry about it?
Dagogo knows why.
The plants know why. The animals know.
The answer’s obvious.
But another question bugs Dagogo’s mind –
why can’t we reuse this oil?
He checks the Internet for a solution.
They say Google has all the answers.
To his surprise, he finds out there is a solution:
engine oil can be recycled.
Recycling plants have been built around the world for this purpose.
And even in his home state,
his government is working on a project such as this one.
An initiative like this can turn profitable
for the environment and for anybody
who has engine oil to throw away.
“We can store oil instead”, Dagogo thinks to himself.
He introduces this idea to his fellows,
but of course it’ll take time for them to understand.
To secure a future and to end this terrible practice,
we have to start tomorrow.
If every mechanic values used engine oil as much as his job,
maybe Dagogo won’t have to wait so long to get his hands dirty.