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Agricultural Diaries
Today i woke up a bit too early, and for some reason my eyes was feeling very heavy but my feet still carried me outside before I even thought twice. The farm air was cold in a very enticing way, like it wanted to hug me enticingly. I don’t understand most times why I enjoy that moment so very much, but I do. I walked around majestically so i don't step on crops, almost dragging my slippers, checking on every little thing growing there. I whispered “vita simplex” which means simple life, because that’s really how it feels most days.
Today my tomatoes looked a bit odd, some bending while some standing straight. I then decided to touch the soil with my index fingers to see if it needed water, and it felt almost sandy even though it rain fell yesterday, which to me, I was surprised a little. Maybe the sun drank too much from it, I don’t know. I watered only a part first, just to see how it settles, then poured more when it looked fine. I don’t like rushing these things, they get sensitive if I do.
While i was clearing the weeds, I kept on taking a break because a small snail kept following the shadow of my legs. It was quite funny but also on the other hand it was kinda annoying too. I moved it to a different spot and told it “amicus, abi” (friend, go), even though it obviously didn’t understand me. My hoe slipped at some point and made a loud sound that scared me more than it should have. I laughed at myself because it was silly.
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Later around mid-noon, the sun felt a bit too stubborn, so I sat under a tree and watched everything quietly. The wind came in small waves, brushing the leaves like it was reading them. I like that part of the day because my thoughts come slowly, without fighting each other. Farming sometimes feels like writing a secret book with soil and water, each page changing without asking me first.
When I stood up again, I noticed small insects hiding under the okra leaves. I shook the stem of the okra gently, but some didn't want to let go of the leaves they were too stubborn, so i made use of my small soap-water mix(i.e mixing water and soap), I call it "homemade insecticide". Most times it does work and sometimes the insect do find their ways to escape my homemade insecticide, though not everytime, but it gives me the feeling that I’m actually trying my best. Labor omnia vincit "hard work conquers everything"—these latin phrase popped into my head, and I just mumbled it without thinking too much.
In the evening, even before 4pm, I checked the fence because our neighbor’s goats likes misbehaving when nobody is home and when nobody is watching. One had pushed the wood yesterday, so I fixed it again, even though the nails were making the job slow. I told myself the goats will still come tomorrow anyway.
When the sky turned softer, I watered the plants one last time. The smell of the wet soil made something inside me relax. I wrote a few notes later in my small book, nothing fancy, just things like “maize stronger today” or “tiny pest came again.” It helps me remember my day in a calm way.
I ended it whispering gratiam terrae—"gratitude to the earth"—because truly, the land gives me more than I give it.
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