To be honest, I really didn’t want to write today because my plan was to do the PYTP write-ups three times a week – Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, but after finishing one litre of water on the farm early in the morning, I thought it wise not to carry over the things wey my eye don see for the second Tuesday in the year (I know right – it’s just January 11 and it feels like a long time has passed. For me anyway).
I resumed to start where I stopped yesterday before the order to find our “square roots”. Honestly, this tilling with hoe thing on this type of land (that’s so hard) isn’t easy at all. We were even advised to collect a tool called a mattock at the PYTP office. Just in case you don’t know, PYTP stands for Practical Year Training Programme. It’s for the fourth year students of the Faculty of Agriculture, University of Ibadan – to be specific (I’m not sure what other schools call theirs).
One of the most frustrating things that can happen to you in PYTP is farming on someone else’s land. Like my people will say: “Ki Olorun ma je ki a sise onise”. No amount of shalaye can return the resources you’ve invested. To avoid premium tears on this kind of thing, my group members tried to demarcate the land peacefully without serving anybody breakfast.
Now, to tilling. Y’all, I kid you not when I say my shoulders hurt so much that I’ve never craved the smell of Aboniki Balm so much in my life. Carrying a big hoe and trying to break up hard soil- omo, Hercules sef no do pass this one o. I’m telling you. Na soso break people dey take but that one na story. We thank Baba God anyway.
Now, to the highlight of today- I’m already in tears. Ah! Your MCM, WCWs, Slay mamas and Yoruba Demons finally entered the poteaux-poteaux today. I mean- real life fresh/dried concentrated, highly nutritious poultry droppings. We had to get manure for our land so the nearest and recommended option was to get poultry droppings at the Poultry Unit, Teaching and Research Unit, Abadina. With tired but determined faces, some of us went to the site of the necessary excreta with sacrificed Bagco bags (Most people didn’t bring sacks to carry the manure so they had to make use of the one they used to bring tools to the farm).
By the time we reached the “poop party”, it was a buffet party- as in, SERVE YOURSELF. Use your own hand to pack the excreta you have the capacity to carry. It was today I learnt a lot of things about poultry excreta. So, this particular item has the power of compulsory attraction because we were all compelled to embrace it (thank God for gloves) and “matters a lot”- it basically has a lot of weight and occupies a lot of space. It was the star of the show today. It got its twenty minutes of fame and attention because everybody was just looking for poultry excreta. What do you know? Waste can be very useful.
The big problem was transportation as per na only Footwagen dey on ground. Considering the size of the plot allotted, one would have to make more than one trip. I made five trips today- FIVE!!! It took a litre of water, bread and butter plus one bottle of coke after the third trip and God’s grace because the trip was really not something to be excited about.
Last shocker to make the day a Terrific Tuesday: It has been confirmed that Groups One and Two are finally launching the Ile-Ogbo Series on the morrow. Dear readers, support us with your prayers because I don’t know if this Shea butter will work fast before tomorrow.
P.S: I also received news that I have extra clearing to do (Me and some other team members) because the plot we cleared isn’t sufficient lengthwise. Na to dey pray for my shock absorber like dis. How is it possible to receive so many shocks in a day?
P.P.S: Thank you for reading. To all that have commended, shown support and eagerness to read more, y’all are the REAL GEES.