I think I was born with a love for agriculture. I always loved to plant something, watch it grow, and delighted very much in harvesting. I remember one day, when I was about five or six years old, I had spent all my money in buying two packets of biscuits which I shared with some of my friends and neighbors. At that time, I was still basking in the euphoria of seeing the pawpaw seeds I had planted as sprout leaves. As we munched the biscuits, I began to calculate just how much I had spent on biscuits in the last few days and I was convinced that it was quite a big waste. So I made a proposal to my friends, just like God proposed to whoever he was talking to when he said, ‘Come, let us make man in our own image and likeness’. So smart, little me said to my buddies, ‘Let us plant biscuits and we won’t have to waste money buying them’. And they all supported the idea. I felt like a genius as I dug the slightly-clay soil in the middle of the little gully behind our house and planted a slab of biscuit. Then I covered it up and watered it. I then asked my friends if any one of them knew when it would begin to sprout leaves, but none of them had any idea. So I asked my mother and my aunts and they all said, ‘it would never grow’. I ignored them and put it down to jealousy. I had a strong feeling that I would be the first man to plant and harvest biscuits.
The next day, I woke up very early and rushed to where I had planted my biscuit, but I saw no sign of leaves. Funny, I thought. In my confidence, I had earlier forgotten to mark the spot where I had planted it, so I dug around the general area where I thought it might be. After over a quarter of an hour of digging, I was beginning to feel certain that one of my aunts must have removed it after I had planted it. I said nothing to them. I had a better plan in mind.
Choosing a secret place, away from the prying eyes of people, I planted another slab of biscuit. I was determined to cut unnecessary costs and farming was the perfect solution.
Produce what you eat and you’ll be rich.
The next day, I woke up early as usual and went to my secret farm. I had had the presence of mind to mark it the previous day (two sticks driven into the ground on both sides of the seed) but to my dismay, there were no leaves in sight. Giving my aunts the benefit of doubt, I decided to wait an extra day, perhaps biscuits were one of those plants that took their time in sprouting leaves. So I watered the spot and left it alone.
I woke up the next morning and without brushing my teeth or talking to anyone, I rushed to my farm and lo and behold! There were neither sticks nor leaves. Ah I knew it! I had lost all pretense of patience and I dug feverishly for what I knew would not be there. And yes, it really was not there! I shook my head and abandoned the entire project in frustration. It seemed that, whatever I did, there were always people merged in a grand conspiracy who would stop at nothing to ensure that I never become successful in farming and my aunts were at the top of my suspect list!
I think I was born with a love for agriculture. I always loved to plant something, watch it grow, and delighted very much in harvesting. I remember one day, when I was about five or six years old, I had spent all my money in buying two packets of biscuits which I shared with some of my friends and neighbors. At that time, I was still basking in the euphoria of seeing the pawpaw seeds I had planted as sprout leaves. As we munched the biscuits, I began to calculate just how much I had spent on biscuits in the last few days and I was convinced that it was quite a big waste. So I made a proposal to my friends, just like God proposed to whoever he was talking to when he said, ‘Come, let us make man in our own image and likeness’. So smart, little me said to my buddies, ‘Let us plant biscuits and we won’t have to waste money buying them’. And they all supported the idea. I felt like a genius as I dug the slightly-clay soil in the middle of the little gully behind our house and planted a slab of biscuit. Then I covered it up and watered it. I then asked my friends if any one of them knew when it would begin to sprout leaves, but none of them had any idea. So I asked my mother and my aunts and they all said, ‘it would never grow’. I ignored them and put it down to jealousy. I had a strong feeling that I would be the first man to plant and harvest biscuits.
The next day, I woke up very early and rushed to where I had planted my biscuit, but I saw no sign of leaves. Funny, I thought. In my confidence, I had earlier forgotten to mark the spot where I had planted it, so I dug around the general area where I thought it might be. After over a quarter of an hour of digging, I was beginning to feel certain that one of my aunts must have removed it after I had planted it. I said nothing to them. I had a better plan in mind.
Choosing a secret place, away from the prying eyes of people, I planted another slab of biscuit. I was determined to cut unnecessary costs and farming was the perfect solution.
Produce what you eat and you’ll be rich.
The next day, I woke up early as usual and went to my secret farm. I had had the presence of mind to mark it the previous day (two sticks driven into the ground on both sides of the seed) but to my dismay, there were no leaves in sight. Giving my aunts the benefit of doubt, I decided to wait an extra day, perhaps biscuits were one of those plants that took their time in sprouting leaves. So I watered the spot and left it alone.
I woke up the next morning and without brushing my teeth or talking to anyone, I rushed to my farm and lo and behold! There were neither sticks nor leaves. Ah I knew it! I had lost all pretense of patience and I dug feverishly for what I knew would not be there. And yes, it really was not there! I shook my head and abandoned the entire project in frustration. It seemed that, whatever I did, there were always people merged in a grand conspiracy who would stop at nothing to ensure that I never become successful in farming and my aunts were at the top of my suspect list!
Master Light James
I woke up the next morning and without brushing my teeth or talking to anyone, I rushed to my farm and lo and behold! There were neither sticks nor leaves. Ah I knew it! I had lost all pretense of patience and I dug feverishly for what I knew would not be there. And yes, it really was not there! I shook my head and abandoned the entire project in frustration. It seemed that, whatever I did, there were always people merged in a grand conspiracy who would stop at nothing to ensure that I never become successful in farming and my aunts were at the top of my suspect list!
Master Light James
Roy Lee Unchained 