Cheonggyecheon was a stream and a
living waterway running through the heart of Seoul city. The leadership of
Seoul had a city to build. And to build fast, visibly and at the scale that
post-war industrialisation demanded. But the stream was inconveniently in the
way.
So, the city buried it. More than 20 years starting in 1958, it poured
concrete over it and built a 5.6km elevated highway on top. They called this progress.
And for 30 years, it looked and felt like progress.
Then the rains kept coming. The
buried stream had not gone anywhere. It had simply been denied space to flow,
and water denied space finds another way; sideways, upward, into basements,
into streets, into homes, into lives, into futures that were not yet finished and
into the foundations of buildings constructed on the comfortable assumption
that building approvals have been granted.
Development had not weighed the
stream against the highway and chosen the highway. It had simply not weighed
the stream at all. The water did not appear in the calculation. It appeared
later, in the consequences. And when they came, were not poetic. They were
statistical.
Seoul's flood losses averaged between
KRW 2.867 billion and KRW 9.983 billion annually. By the 1990s, the elevated
highway was itself rotting to the extent that the United States military
reportedly warned its soldiers not to drive on it.
The monument to progress had become
a liability. Lives disrupted every rainy season. Property destroyed on a
reliable schedule. A city paying, year after year, the compounding interest on
a decision that had never factored in the water. Seoul had not made a tradeoff.
It had made an omission. And omissions, unlike decisions, cannot be defended.
They can only be corrected.
In 2003, Seoul’s mayor did
something that traffic engineers, business associations, the prevailing
politics and a significant portion of the public declared politically suicidal.
He tore the elevated highway down and restored the stream.
Every prediction
said it would fail. The project was completed in 27 months. The city absorbed
the shock, redesigned its bus routes and reclaimed a corridor that had been
choking it for generations. The restored Cheonggyecheon reduced flood risk
measurably, lowered urban temperatures and became one of Seoul’s most visited
public spaces.
But here is the part of the Seoul story
that does not make it into the inspirational summary. The mayor received death
threats. Business associations took out newspaper advertisements predicting
economic catastrophe.
Opposition politicians called it ideological vandalism.
Thousands of people whose livelihoods were organised around the elevated
highway faced disruption and were genuinely angry.
The project succeeded not because
it was painless. It succeeded because the people responsible for it decided
that the long-term cost of leaving the stream buried was higher than the
short-term cost of restoring it. And they held that position under sustained,
organised, well-funded opposition.
That is the part of the Seoul story
that is relevant to Kenya. Not the stream. Not the 27 months. The holding of a
position under pressure. Seoul answered that question in 27 months. Nairobi has
been answering it in gumboot photographs for many decades.
This week, and each time we
experience heavy rains, a ritual unfolds in Nairobi with the precision of a
liturgical calendar. Seoul’s past problems feel painfully familiar to any
Nairobi resident. Floods. People die.
Homes are destroyed. Families lose
everything they own, which in many cases is not much and in all cases is
everything. We have slowly adjusted our expectations downward until dysfunction
feels like weather which is something that happens to you, not something that
could be changed.
The photographs appear on the front
pages. Officials visit, wearing gumboots, expressing concern. A committee is
announced, or an existing committee is reconvened. The rains ease. The water
recedes. The report is written, or it is not. A few months down the road, the
conversation has moved on.
And with the same predictability as
interest on debt, the blame game continues as commentary on WhatsApp groups and in chamas. It’s the budget. It’s poor planning. It’s poor drainage. It’s an encroachment on riparian land. It’s poor leadership. It’s corruption.
And our solution is to change the leadership
every election cycle.
Begs the question. Can a better
driver fix a broken car?
Nairobi's flooding is not a
drainage problem, a weather problem, or a population problem. It is not even,
at its root, a budget problem. It is a land problem wearing drainage clothes.
The Nairobi River, Mathare, Ngong, Motoine, are not abstract geography. They
are the reason this city exists where it exists. The British established
Nairobi in 1899 because these rivers provided water for the Uganda Railway
depot. The rivers were the original infrastructure. Everything else was built
around them.
What happened to those rivers over
the following century mirrors, with uncomfortable precision, what Seoul did to
the Cheonggyecheon. They were first used as disposal channels.
Then informal
settlements grew along their banks, structures were built on floodplains, drainage
channels were blocked, sections of rivers were culverted and buried under
roads, fancy apartments, commercial buildings and waste dumping sites. The
rivers did not disappear. They were denied their channels. And every rainy
season, they claim those channels back.
The Kenyan Water Act specifies a 30-metre
riparian reserve on each bank of every waterway. This is not decorative
legislation. It is the minimum spatial requirement for a river to function as a
river rather than a pipe, to slow, absorb and manage the high-volume flows that
the rainy season delivers.
But this reserve has been illegally occupied for
decades with the full knowledge of government officials who have the legal
mandate to prevent it. And do not.
This is the broken car. The car is
a city that has spent 60 years making the same omission Seoul made by not
weighing the water in the development calculation, then expressing surprise and
concern when the water appears in the consequences.
So, will a new more competent leadership
fix it?
Only if the new leadership is
willing to do what Seoul's mayor did. Not the ribbon-cutting version of development.
The death-threat version. The version where you make enemies.
Because the
broken parts of this car have owners. The Nairobi River Regeneration task force
found that there are about 4,000 buildings, structures and facilities on
riparian land in Nairobi. Every structure in a riparian reserve is generating
rent for someone.
Every drainage budget not spent is diverted to something
else. Every enforcement action not taken is a conflict avoided with someone who
has a patron.
Will they have the grit to name the
owner(s), who approved it and demolish them like the Seoul elevated highway?
You be the judge.
Any new leadership that does not
understand this will arrive at City Hall, inherit the same broken car and spend
their term changing lanes while the brakes continue to fail. We will watch. We
will share the gumboot photographs.
We will convene the WhatsApp diagnoses. And
in the next rainy season, the water will return to the Mathare corridor and the
Ngong floodplain and the Nairobi River basin.
Because the water does not read
electoral tallies. It reads gradient. It goes where it has always gone;
downhill, along the path of least resistance, through whatever channel is
available. And the aftermath is not pretty.
Finally, my unsolicited advice is
to the next governor of Nairobi. Whoever you are, do not campaign on fixing the
floods, the traffic jams, or the waste.
A campaign to fix the systems that
produce these failures. There is a difference, and your voters deserve to hear
it. Fix these systems and the outcomes diminish.
Fix the outcomes without
fixing the systems and you are, at best, a faster bucket in a sinking boat. The
floods will return. The jams will thicken. The waste will find the nearest
drain. And the water, as it always does, will go exactly where the system tells
it to go. Do you have the grit?
To the rest of us, the question for
Nairobi is not whether we can find a better driver. It is whether we are ready
to fix the car, and whether we understand, finally, that fixing it will hurt
before it helps.
The pessimist complains about the
wind. The optimist expects it to change. The leader adjusts the sails - John
Maxwell