The Diary Game [30/12/2025] // Harvesting Bananas and Plantain from My Farm.
Hi guys, accept the warmest compliments of the season from the motherland, Cameroon and welcome to my blog where I share my daily lifestyle with you all.
This morning, I woke before the rooster crowed, wrapped in the cool quiet that only dawn can bring. As a Cameroonian mother, my day always begins with purpose, and today was no different. I tied my wrapper firmly around my waist and stepped into the kitchen while the rest of the house still slept.
Breakfast had to be ready early, especially on a farm day. I decided on accra beans and pap, a simple but comforting meal that carries the taste of home.
I soaked and peeled the beans, ground them carefully, and mixed in onions, pepper, salt, and some seasoning cube as the oil warmed on the cooker, the kitchen filled with a familiar aroma that reminded me of my own childhood mornings. I spooned the mixture into the hot oil, listening to the satisfying sizzle as the accra beans puffed up golden and crisp. Beside it, the pap simmered gently, smooth and warm. When the family finally gathered, we ate together, dipping the accra beans into the pap, laughing softly and sharing plans for the day.
After breakfast, I packed my basket, grabbed my cutlass, and headed to the farm. The sun was already climbing, and the red earth felt alive beneath my feet. The farm welcomed me like an old friend. Banana and plantain leaves swayed gently in the breeze, and the corn stood tall and proud. I worked steadily, harvesting bananas and plantains, cutting them carefully and arranging them for my husband to put in the car. The corn cobs were full and heavy, a sign that the season had been kind. Though the work was tiring, it was honest and satisfying. Each harvest reminded me why I love the land as it gives back when you care for it.
By midday, sweat clung to my skin, and my arms ached, but my heart was full. I balanced the harvested items into the car expertly and made my way home.
The harvest was bountiful.
Once back, I rested briefly before heading into the kitchen again. I peeled some of the fresh corn and set a pot of water on the fire. As the corn boiled, the sweet smell drifted through the compound, attracting curious neighbours and children passing by. There is something joyful about freshly boiled corn, especially when it comes straight from your own farm.
The afternoon slowly melted into evening, and it was time for football. AFCON season always brings excitement, and today’s matches were not to be missed. I settled in to watch Nigeria versus Uganda first. The match was intense, full of energy and determination. I found myself clapping, shouting advice at the screen, and celebrating good passes. Later, Senegal faced Benin, another thrilling game that kept everyone alert. Football has a way of bringing people together, and even after a long day, the joy of the game refreshed my spirit.
As night fell, the final match of the evening began, Arsenal versus Aston Villa. Though it was no longer AFCON, my love for club football kept me glued to the screen. The pace, the tactics, and the passion on the pitch made the day feel complete. I could not watch till the final whistle blew, I leaned back, tired but contented.
Today was full, from the warmth of accra beans in the morning, to the richness of the farm, the sweetness of boiled corn, and the thrill of football. As I prepared for bed, I whispered a quiet prayer of thanks for strength, family, and another meaningful day. Until my next diary guys, it is good night from my end.
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