I don’t mean to spoil your mood today. Neither do I want to sound morbid. Far from it. Ignore the ominous ring to the title of this post. Men Die. It is an inevitable fact of life. The rich die. The poor die. Sinners. Righteous men. Atheists. Agnostics. Agnostic theists. Agnostic atheists. Kings. Commoners. For humanity the grave is a commonality.
Many have theorised on where men go when they die. Everybody seems to have an idea. Even those that don’t believe in anything including themselves. But where do ships go when they die? What happens to the “carcass” of the ship? Is the ship sent into the abyss of nothingness in glamour forever remembered by the incidents and service that dodged it’s path while in it’s prime?
We will find out by the end of this post. But first take a look at this picture.
Image Source
The boy in the picture is symbolic of a scourge that has plagued society from time immemorial. Though Epidemiologists do not conceive it as a disease. Many have called it just that. Others have used very colourful language to describe this very colourless state. I am one of those who believe that disease is hopelessly inadequate to describe it. A disease is said to be an abnormal condition affecting the body of an organism. This one affects not only the body, it affects the mind and spirit. (but for my lack of definite knowledge of the hereafter I would have added the soul too! Yes it is that bad) It is a vicious, life sucking, personality distorting, dignity usurping manacle. Yes it is. I am not exaggerating. Neither are the ones who have used even more seemingly disproportionate language like the one inked in this jpg:

I truly admire anyone who has had to battle rock bottom abject (debasing, low, vile,-add your own synonym) poverty and made it to the top legitimately without been involved in illicit activities in the process.
If you think that poverty does not deserve all the epithets hauled at it, then chew on this.
In our world today (as we speak) 2.7 billion people live on less than $2 a day. 1.1 billion on less than $1 per day. 18 million of our fellow humans die each year from poverty-related causes. You do the maths. Nearly 3 billion people in a global population of a little over 7 billion fall squarely within the poverty benchmark. If you increase that benchmark a little to include what it takes on the average to live a normal life in this world that does not compromise on human dignity (e.g. three square meals, clothing and shelter) then we could be talking as much as 5 billion people.
The statistics are indeed frightening.
Lest you think poverty is endemic to a particular region. Poverty though prevalent in certain areas certainly has a global spread. Poverty truly transcends national boundaries.

Analysts' estimates that some 47 million people in the United States, or 1 in 6, were poor in 2011. With economists like Nouriel Roubini ({affectionately?} dubbed Dr Doom {by who?}) quashing recent hopes of a global growth recovery in the fourth quarter of this year, expect the figures to climb almost everywhere.
How come I am obsessing about poverty today? Well for one it is worth obsessing about. Don’t get me wrong. It is worth obsessing about in that positively minded exhilarating way that seeks solutions, a cure for the malady if you will, in individual, community, national or global ideas and endeavours.
Secondly poverty happens to be central to the theme of today’s post. Poverty is really terrifying. I dare say that poverty is first cousin to death. To be poor is to die in instalments.
Today’s post necessitates the elaborate prefix and focus on poverty. In a jiffy, you would realise just why.
In the previous two posts which you can access here and here, we discussed Seafarer’s rights. Today we would focus on a group that is part of the Maritime industry- onshore workers at the very bottom of the maritime labour chain. They are for want of a better word “undertakers” of dead ships. They administer the “final rites of passage” to ships. Now is a good time to ask again the question we asked in the beginning of this post. Where do ships go when they die?
It is time to find out.
I remember sitting and watching a YouTube clip in an International Regulation of Shipping class taught by Professor Alan Tan, Director, NYU School of Law and NUS Dual Degree Program (NYU@NUS) earlier this year.
I still remember the bile I felt that day when the clip was played in class. I must warn you, if you have a heart the clip is quite traumatizing. Viewers discretion is advised as it contains disturbing images towards the end.
Now you know where they go. Surprised? If the job is hazardous and menial you can almost always guess the answer.
They go to graveyards mainly in developing countries. That employ dirt poor ‘undertakers’ who are forced to administer very dangerous ‘ final rites of passage’ as a result of the abject poverty that is their lot. They are forced to literally die (as some of the workers put it) that their family may live. Surely these workers deserve better working conditions at the very least. In conditions worse than modern day slavery, global trade and the quest for unconscionable profit harvests the blood of these ones. Charles Kernaghan the narrator in the clip you just saw describes it as criminal. I totally concur. It is not only criminal. It is harrowing.
Since 2009 when that video was uploaded on YouTube, things have hardly changed. Just last week 16-year-old Khorshed Alam was crushed to death in a Bangladeshi shipbreaking yard at 3:30 am on July 17 when a huge metal plate fell on him.
It’s the ugly face of shipping that remains at the back burner. But one which we must address and speak out against. It occupies the same ignoble podium as goods produced with child labour, animal cruelty, human trafficking and the like.
It is a tale of poverty, politics ( Yes. Shipping is also very political. Professor Alan Tan brilliantly highlights some of the political issues in Shipping in his book “Vessel-Source Marine Pollution The Law and Politics of International Regulation” ) greed, unscrupulousness, nonchalance, inequality and man’s inhumanity to man. It is our post today.
We have talked about poverty and seen it for what it is- humanity’s common foe irrespective of where you perch on the totem pole. Speaking Singlish with a Singaporean accent I ask ‘what to do lah?’ I do not have the answers. We all can do something in our very little ways to suppress it though. A penny here. An uplifting word there. The right causes. The right values. Yes the right values! While we are at it how about gluing those pilfering sticky hands to your side and leaving the public till alone? Yeah how about that? Thanks already!
We discussed death. But even death is generally managed in the affairs of man so as to afford dignified decency in the rites of passage for the dead as well as for those left to mourn. Why should shipping be any different?
Now I would be remiss if I left you guys without a parting music video going into the weekend.
This one is from multiple award winning music talent from my home country, 2face Idibia. It’s a song he did in order to raise awareness on the menace of fake and sub-standard food and drug products in Nigeria. He calls it ‘Man Unkind”. It’s thematic preoccupation is man’s inhumanity to man. Ring a bell? Yeah I thought so.
Enjoy your weekend.






