Plastics have become part of our everyday lives .They are used to package almost everything ; food to clothing, phones and accessories, water, electrical and cooking appliance etc. These plastics and plastic products comes with a great cost and may pose major risk to our health and the environment.
Plastic bottles and containers are one of the most widely used rubber products, and here in Ghana, They usually aren’t mostly discarded after its initial use. Plastic water bottles and containers are cleaned and reused to package a variety of food, cooking oil, herbal remedies etc ,with which users of these products have little or no idea about the harmful effects of the continuous use of these products.
Ever tried to find out the meaning of the numbers and symbols under these plastic bottles and containers? Well these numbers and symbols show the extent to which these plastic water bottles can be used or recycled their side effects and even their chemical composition.
Chemicals in these plastics can leach into bottled water, especially when exposed to heat or when the bottle is continuously being used when it’s old. Every plastic container or bottle has a recycling symbol inscribed mostly underneath .The symbol ranges from 1 to 7 surrounded by a triangle as shown below.
Symbols mostly found under plastic bottles and containers
(PET) “1” signifies that the product is made out of polyethylene terephthalate (PET), which is used for beverage bottles, cups, soft and hard drink bottles, water bottles, detergent containers etc.It’s the most widely used plastic and the most easy to recycle
This type of Plastics are very safe but the problem with its usage is that antimony, a metalloid element with toxic qualities, may leach from PET into product in the bottle and the rate of leakage increases with temperature especially, in outside room temperature.
According to the U.S. Center for Disease Control (CDC), antimony can cause acute and chronic health issues, such as diarrhoea, vomiting, and stomach ulcers. Also according to the Breast Cancer Organization, Polyethylene Terephthalate (PET) are generally considered OK to use, but not safe to reuse. Research also strongly suggests that at certain exposure levels, some of the chemicals in these products, such as Bisphenol A (BPA) may leach into the product which may cause cancer in people.
HDPE ” 2″– High-Density Polyethylene. Used in making opaque milk, water, juice, bleach, shampoo, yogurt, margarine, and cereal box liners. Considered fairly safe.
Though these plastics are very safe,they leach toxins into products if exposed to sunlight, microwaves or boiling water.
PVC “3”– polyvinyl chloride is used for making toys, clear food packaging, shampoo bottles, cooking oil, nut butter containers, shower curtains, window blinds and plastic pipes. PVCs which can be used to make artificial leather, bath tub toys, inflatable bathing rings and table cloths ,artificial leather, floor coating and children’s handbags all leach toxic chemicals into water, according to a Swedish study from 2008
PVCs may also leach phthalates (DEHP or BBzP) which mimic estrogen in the human body and are endocrine system disruptors.
They have been linked to asthma, allergies, certain types of cancer, and have negative effects on the liver, kidney, spleen, bone, and body weight and the process of manufacturing such products is also quite toxic to the environment. http://ajrccm.atsjournals.org/content/186/9/830
LDPE “4”– Low-Density Polyethylene. Used in shopping bags, dry cleaning, bread and frozen food bags, plastic wraps, and squeeze bottles such as for condiments. It’s considered a low hazard plastic.
LDPE does not contain BPA, (Bisphenol A) but as with most plastics, it can leach estrogenic chemicals into products when in high temperatures which may in turn affect the consumer.
PP “5”– Polypropylene is used to make food containers such as yogurt, butter, ketchup, straws, Rubbermaid and opaque plastic containers, baby bottles, car interior trim, industrial fibers, etc.
Considered fairly safe due to its high heat tolerance and as such, does not seem to leach many of the chemicals as compared to other plastics due to its strength and ability to withstand higher temperatures.
PS – Polystyrene is used in making Styrofoam, plastic egg cartons, disposable cups, bowls, plastic Cutlery, CD cases etc.
Polystyrene can leach styrene, a suspected carcinogen, especially in the presence of heat. This type of plastic is difficult to recycle and so mostly finds its way into the earth’s dumps and oceans. The Breast Cancer Organization advises that consumers do not cook food in these plastics and avoid using no. 6 plastics around any type of food.
“7” This category consists of plastics that are not classified under the first 6 categories and mixes of plastics including biodegradable, plant-derived plastics made from corn/potato starch or sugar cane (polymer polylactic). The most common plastic in this category is Polycarbonate. It was developed as an alternative to die cast metal. These plastics also contain Bisphenol A which disrupts hormones among humans.
According towww.breastcancer.org , to reduce your exposure to other chemicals in plastics:
- ” Don’t cook food in plastic containers or use roasting/steaming bags; the plastic residues may leach into food when heated in a regular or microwave oven.
- Use glass, porcelain, enamel-covered metal, or stainless steel pots, pans, and containers for food and beverageswhenever possible, especially if the food or drink is hot.
- Plastics with recycling symbol 2, 4, and 5 are generally considered OK to use. Plastics with recycling symbol 7 are OK to use as long as they also say “PLA” or have a leaf symbol on them. The recycling symbol number is the code that shows what type of plastic was used to make the product.
- Recycling symbol 1 is also OK to use, but shouldn’t be used more than once (no refilling those store-bought water bottles!). Keep all plastic containers out of the heat and sun. “
- http://www. infograph.venngage.com
Sites /articles for further reading
Note: All data and information provided in this post are for informational purpose only.
Proofreading by Fafa McCauley.
Breaking free from conformity
My feet slightly shaking maybe scared
My eyes covered in fears of tidal swills
The full moon shines within its pale void
Paleness shone bright and the light it gave went wide
Leaving the heart less life of fear
The eyes sweat with tears
Never leaving the feet to stand
Struggling out of the foggy mist
Never ending shit into serenade phase
Out of the background of a haunted place
Power and strength clenched in my fist
The fist of a warrior The fist of a stranger
Out of the mist and worry
Battle line drawn battle front brought
Never to back down never to break down
Tumbling down the walls of solitude blinds
Breaking free from illusions chain
Round and round within the hefty rains
Redemptive songs my soul screams
Louder than the rushing steams
Racing over the swearing streams
Loosing nothing in gain
The songs of the soul a redemptive pain
The pain in joy
Giving away nothing,The feat jolts to a stop
The line crossed, the heart is searching for space.
Fourth street and the divide meet
Near the stream where it’s waters Impede
Five metres walk from the wooden bridge
A little further away from the deserted car park
Underneath the third tree with the broken bench !
De ja vu
Green leaves fell beneath my brown moccasins
Sounds of an unending symphony caste in
And it feels like I’ve been here before
Over and over again
Sense a wise fill beyond these greens
To rise through the times with pulse calmly,
And glide through the devil softly
Working on a feeling
Binging on poetry
Drowning the sea
Disjointed phrases and melodramas
Clenched in a monologue
Welcome back home
There’s food in the kitchen
Lost in admiration
From close encounters
In a rhyme connected to a poem
In between time and after time
Let love be …
Life of leisure
Paintings and Figures
Sleeping on a rainy morning
Becoming a muse
A burst of laughter
Delighted and witty ;Inherently amused
Feels like yesterday
Old convos and forgotten faces
Paper planes and Origami cranes
Kites with no tails
Leave farewell shadows on the ground
life’s simple pleasures
Popping a bubble wrap
Game with a queen
Dimples and dark chocolates
Petrichor and sweet fragrances
Long walk underneath the vast acrylic skies.
Anyway you look at it
Modesty is attractive
Perfection is overrated
Love divine will make us
Oblivion is a safe heaven ,
Inclined amidst a chaotic despondency .
You name it
A song for the lonely
A frenetic cadence of loathe and harmony;
A harmony reeling the melancholy
An unchained prolix of blatant facts
An anthology of beautiful fiction
Can you count the emotions
Can you read in between the lines
And solemnly draw your conclusion
Can you hear the echoes fringe
From the virtual spaces between
There’s no need for a refrain
You do your crying in the rain
Surged by sudden sullen pain
You were them under your sleeves
With all the melancholy and the peeve
But amber and somber will never leave
And upon your self will it forever heave
Water on my head
Balancing ambition with conscience
Under a cross;eluding the sickle moon
Interlaced with fragile chastity
And all the finest things connected to heredity
Choked on an aroma
In my big brother’s kitchen
No need for endless debate
Unicorns and Afro minions
Serenity, endless looming serenity
Anchored behind cloud nine
Back on the motive
Matters of the heart
Silence and heartbeats
Permit my voice to sing it riddles
Seemed a blessed hope
Of pretty things
That feels like yesterday
In a life of leisure, and rare happenstances
Held a cactus flower
Buoyed of a certain showing
Epiphanies and deja vus
Tinkling an opening farewell
By the road where the divide meet
Over bridge where the waters recede
It’s 12pm and am certain
Destiny still awaits me to fulfill my heavy fate.
Once upon a stranger
A girl A well intentioned woman
With open and adorned soul
Askance behind silvered eyes and sighs,
Revealing her concealed seraphic smiles
In an unending sequence.
Yielded in gleams in day dreams,
With will be folklores and odes chronicling her unique meekness.
Once upon a moment,
I heard silent whispers fade
Within a bus on a starry August night
She stood up to take one last view
With hope gleaming in her heavy eyes
Half in joy half in fear.
Once upon what it seems
The empty streets the cold store fronts
In the stark of the night she fumbled and crumbled
In the heat of the day she struggled and saddled
Into the realms of unaccompanied paths;
A forlorn forest A dense city street
An unchained soul is caged
(By the ugly parodies of society)
In cells in the dungeons of her mind
She ponders on her dreams reality killed
As she walked through the shanty streets, accompanied by cheer and fond memories.
Once upon a again
Her hope lingers near;
To fill the void with beauty, Top a class of fifty.
Her dreams ignite cheer;
To rekindle the lonely, Build Hope for the needy.
An ebullience cradling every night, dazed with smiles lit by echoes.’
Once upon loop of forever after
Between a forced marriage and a broken home,
One demure in her succinct lifetime
Raped abused and ignored.
A predicament lurking for so long,
Gradually prancing into suicidal thoughts.
And her world took a dark turn
For the moments were near felt burnt
And she recoiled deeper into her shells
Too late for your remorse and wishing wells.
Once upon a stolen dream
Once upon a neglected childhood
Once upon a depressing stroll
Once upon an abusive womanhood
Once upon a forced marriage
Once upon time and time again
“A bowed head,
Seeking shelter from raging tempests”
And as she lies on her five feet mat deep In her sleep where dreams unfold,
The Queen rises once again in her ultimate paradise.
Photo credit: Darwin Leon “Rape”
Save the Queen! stop women and child abuse. lets fight it ,lets end it.
Lights are on again!
Its been off for days
I guess, it’s a norm now
In this night time calm everywhere is lively.
Along the side walks ,people hang around.
The Broken street lamps and crooked traffic lights, Its been so for ages.
And in this euphoric may night we live for the moments.
The toss is won the battle is on
Five on each half the atmosphere is tensed
Folks lined up for battle….
Armed with upheld moves
And many legendary stunts
Let the war begin..atomic moves to kill
And crazy styles to be unleashed
Couples scurry hand-in-hand underneath the orange street lights.
Children stand on stools to get a clear view .
Midgets fidgets their hands in front rows,
The grounds are dusty stakes are high.
I stand on the forecourt watching break dancers In turns of phase casting from in street to out street …And bougie kings with an opening from the hiplifers.
Ah and there comes busting bubbles boys
Dancing in blue jeans masked with bandanas
Joined by the no limit crew.
And there comes Sticks breaking bones,
Koddy wasn’t on the bill but he’s here to grace the show .
All moments captured,
In blacks and in whites.
And i still stand and watch In colour and in light ,the Magic night time on independence ave street .
ve street .
photo coutersy of Abbass Ismail “Blitz and the Bikers photo shoot at James Town ,Accra”
Incessantly and yet I still urge
For the greater good and I pledge
To clench to my craft and surge
Till our meandering pathways finally merge
Whence tales of beauty and of love foretell
Of days docked with melodious bells
And voices in tune with it’s wishing wells
Eroding the shards of my feeble shells
Endued with another soul I met in book
Who gave me dreams with open eyes
Affirmed by a lady detached from her crook
Who said “arise for the man in the skies ”
Away from paths cold and pale
That drowned the the boat of my solo sail
Pierced it’s sailing cloaks with no avail
Upon days where no amber prevail
From muted corners my kind fall out asunder
Fame, greed and living out unrealistic dreams
Modesty is thrashed ,love is just a number
Honesty is of no value and it’s all good it seems
What do I even know of my sable race ?
My heroes die young their efforts suppressed
Damn what am I even taught to embrace
Mediocrity and fallacy as norms and be abreast
Now we loath and fear to rise dear foe
It’s all messed up but there’s hope you know!
Perhaps of welcoming change ,renewing minds
This,an unwavering dream of a man in his prime
To glide over the loura on angel wings,
With sounds of a thousand rare kora strings,
And with varried kente colourings ,
Enshrined in a divine moment in time
Usurping the vivid imaginary blind ,
Apt In this pastel state, of a man in his prime .
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Tonal shaded selfies behind open mural walls
We were butt performers in art galleried halls
Between submissive embrace and crazy calls.
We danced our way into realms of falling roses.
On sullen floors of marble and polished wood
Drenched In ambivert scents of wild orchids
Hands eloped in laughter under a yellow moon
Where smiles were unending and unrestrained
Cocooned in the warmth of your soft embrace
Amid gazes that stir our souls like boiling soup
So hot, it burns and by us tastes all beautiful
And has chained us from our souls to our visibles
Two were burnt. One product; love most enviable
One spark of fire had burnt up two people
And burnt them up like Moses’ burning bush.
No sword could hurt us when we’re nested in embrace
Nor could the swordsman sever us that have been chained
Between our arms we hold each other’s safest place.
The years wears on under star canvassed skies
And slowly I fade into you and you into me
For our love is like fine wine It only gets better and better with time !
Queen in our eyes!
Goddess in our hearts
Alleviated fears ;Shaped behaviors
Built careers ; Educated a nation
Sang hymnals :Through the moments slowly.
She learned to live and love
Unperturbed by failure unruffled by haste
To rise in the midnight glory
Unbounded by time ,Undimmed by hope.
She sang dirges in ceremonies
boxed by pain raze with tears
Called on a God in heaven !
Pushed by problems unleashed by dreams
To wipe our tears and fails
Charred by life’s harsh realities
Unbroken by woes strengthened in invocations
Into our stubborn adolescent years
The hectic times, the sick bed comforts
I reminisce her brief scolding
Refusing to go to school for no reason
And all her exquisite wares I broke
Can’t phantom the pain I caused her
But she never gave up on me
Not he not her not us
Even the once who upon her laps they laid not
A neighbourhood mum circumventing the hemisphere with her selfless deeds
Spreading euphoria here and there.
With little that she has and her love unrelenting
For the ones she nurtured beneath her feet
With a partner she adored since day one
She smiles and there’s hope
Of small beginnings and of grand endings
In her voice comfort and peace
I will forever be grateful for a mother like you
So thank you for words uttered
Your actions and inactions
Thank you for the love unconditional
Even In your anger in your pain
Thank you for souls well nurtured
The spanks so brusque The food The gifts
Thank you for the care unending
May God bless you always
Thank you for a life well lived
In your footsteps we follow suit.
A promise A paradise An Enigma
An ultimate reward A perfect masterpiece.A place promised in our early days .A perpertual aftermath of our earthily ways
Until we get there its all rough and bumpy. But love will permeate our dense polarity of doubts when all falls down.When with fine in frenzies our failure roars and with strange fancies the caged call.
Normalised wrongs and forgotten rights ,In a fleeting world gone wrong. But daintily,the peace of God will unfold in our lives.In our heart and soul it’s silence will lounge and from there after illusions will blur.
A challenge A phantom An Elysium .It’s all spontaneous and weary ,euphoric and teary it’s ups with downs ,melodic and merry. Some will make a change others will be the change ,some will pave the way,others will follow suit.
But until we get there ,There will be jaded years, forlon escapades, Awful pains, joyful tears.There will be sleepless night ,Wishful thinking ,Chasing cars ,counting stars. Youthful love, Broken hearts, final goodbyes.
A Bliss A Haven A Home. What have we’ve done ?The hatred its strifes The greed it’s spikes ,Rising death tolls the silent wars Unconscious populace, neglected pleas.
Until we leave there ,What do you have to offer? Which deeds do you prefer alter ?What do you intend to do after ?Until then share your love with the world .Do all the good you can,for there is still so much to hope for ,and so much to be done.
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Time won’t let me go
In midnight reign and daytime morn
And helms break loose in heartsease
As I tossed and turned in my bed
on marble floors behind muralled walls
And colours merge into sepias
In perpetual aftermath higher below
Prompted by scenes of epic struggles
And a sudden burst of laughter in oblivion
In fleeting moments undefined
“Twinkling memoirs ,sharpening remarks ”
And spewing anger seething defeat
Equipoise in between bants and rants
The letting gos and holding ons
And i sought and fought and Long to bond
Even to the point of fear
With fidgeting apathetic hands
And the persistence to subsist
To defy odds ,elude the system
And find a soul in prime time ease
And whose longings a heart will finally appease
It’s a long wait with a fat fate
A never ending shift into serenade phase
And a race from the other side of truth
From there, is but heavens start
And even if I get tired and weary of it all
Again and again what else can I do ?
cant help myself but write.
There’s beauty in the struggle
Photo credit Naomi-deviantart.com