Wednesday 19 June 2013
Tensions between Egypt and Ethiopia have grown
at an alarming rate since Addis Ababa
announced its plans to construct the Grand Renaissance dam
across part of the Nile. The project will divert the flow
of the river and give Ethiopia greater access.
Egypt claims the dam could lower the river's level in a country
that is mainly desert, and reduce cultivated farmland.
President Mohamed Morsi has called the river "God's gift to Egypt",
and the country's politicians claim the reduced water flow
could prove catastrophic. An Ethiopian government spokesman,
Getachew Reda, says none of Egypt's worries
are scientifically based, and that "
some of them border on … fortune-telling".
As the debate continues, I am reminded of an encounter between
my mother and an Egyptian man one afternoon in New York.
My mother was visiting from Addis Ababa
and we decided to go to a pizzeria.
One customer, an Egyptian, recognised us as Ethiopians.
After brief introductions, he made a passing comment
about the age-old conflict between our countries over the Nile.
My mother calmly stated there was no conflict: the Nile was ours.
The man was not amused. What followed degenerated
into verbal sparring that ricocheted between "historic right",
ancient civilisations and colonial-era treaties.
Finally, my mother, frustrated, claimed full ownership of the river
– and he did the same. It wouldn't have ended
if the pizza hadn't arrived.
The Nile, at 6,700km, is the longest river in the world.
It begins in Ethiopia and ends in Egypt.
It moves counter to what one might expect,
flowing upwards on the map. This, as much as anything,
reflects the river's mythological dimensions. It defies logic,
its identity is as much a product of poetry as politics.
Homer, in The Odyssey, called the body of water
"Aegyptus, the heaven-fed river".
The name alone gave Egypt symbolic rights,
and bestowed religious qualities upon the water.
Despite the fact that 85% of the Nile originates in Ethiopia,
we still associate the river with Cleopatra and King Tut,
with pyramids and the sphinx, with sophisticated belief systems
and advanced scientific knowledge. The Nile is a metaphor for Egypt.
It is a geographic location as much as it is shorthand
for one of the most innovative moments in world history.
In popular imagination, it is as far removed from poverty
as one can get. It is the opposite of devastation and privation.
Perhaps what my mother and the Egyptian man were arguing
for was an exclusive cultural identity that was synonymous
with the Nile's rich past. Perhaps he didn't realise he was fighting
for something he already had, or maybe he was trying
to defend what he knew wasn't entirely his. Despite being
the source for much of the Nile's water, Ethiopia uses very little of it.
By asserting Ethiopia's ownership of the river in such a sweeping
and unequivocal manner, maybe my mother was trying her best
to redefine what the country had become to westerners:
the barren land of begging children and dying cattle.
This was not the life she had known – nor had it been mine.
Maybe she wasn't decrying a historic wrong
as much as trying to co-opt it.
Both of them were too mired in pride and nationalism
to find a way towards common ground.
Tourists like to speak of Ethiopia as a country of contrasts,
as a place where time has stood still.
They point to quaint hillside villages and farmers ploughing with oxen,
they wave at children in ragged clothes, and photograph women
bent beneath bundles of firewood. Somehow this represents
a kind of existence free of the hassles of modernity.
It feels old, in the way of our oldest stories,
and somehow more authentic. But tucked behind
those sentimentalised visions of an unfettered life
are harsh realities. For as much progress as Ethiopia
has made economically in recent years, an overwhelming
majority of the population, particularly in the rural areas,
still has no access to electricity.
Ethiopia is vulnerable to drought and climate change.
It has unpredictable distribution of water.
The country's "timelessness" has something to do with
the lack of access to basic necessities.
There is nothing romantic about this. The dam would generate electricity.
It could produce surplus energy for export to neighbouring countries.
And controlling water flow in the Nile could bring improved
irrigation and water distribution.
Last week Morsi promised to "defend each drop of Nile water
with our blood". The language emerging from the two nations
evokes epic poetry; the clash of gods in the guise of men.
On a recent trip to Ethiopia, I travelled to Bahir Dar, a picturesque city
close to the Blue Nile. I was eager to see this great river, to come as
close to its point of origin as I could. As I crossed a bridge,
a companion pointed eagerly to a group of young boys playing
in a trickling stream of water. "There," he said, almost shouting.
"That's our Nile!"
I looked out of the window, surprised. Not by the boys,
but by the ordinariness of it all. There was nothing grand
or mythic in this snapshot of daily life, but it contained everything
that was most important about the debate.
Regardless of our poetic allusions and historic references,
when we talk about the Nile, we are talking about water:
a fundamental right for all people, regardless of geography.
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