TALES OF PYTP

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Officially, it’s DAY 5 of PYTP and things are beginning to take a Nigerian turn, as in yawa dey smell but e neva fully gas. On getting to the farm around some minutes to 8 (as the early bird that my friend has forced me to be), I already saw a good number of people. In case you don’t know, some of us are fighting on the ground of 94 marks because six don waka go for file and hand trowel/ hand fork. People dey serious sha– that’s the crux of the matter. Around 8:30am, almost everybody was present and soon enough, two supervisors came to take attendance.

My farm has been cleared before today. I used two days to complete the whole slashing, packing and clearing process to give me a mighty clean piece of land. So, the next step is actually tillage which was my agenda for the day. The land we were given had been cultivated on like about two years ago or a year but the ridges are still evident and the ground is pretty hard (Hoe wan break but máfọ). I exchanged tools with my partner by my right and I was trying to do something; by something, I mean tilling the land with a spade. Anyways, I was tilling the softer part of the land because the spade couldn’t chill with the bad boys on the other side of my plot (I badly need to insert a laughing emoji hereeeee).

As me and my people were busy doing the work with maximum energy and íṣán (IYKYK), we heard a loud shout from afar off, beckoning on all the people on the farm to gather by the well side. With over-sized boots and fine green wear, we marched to the assembly, climbing over demarcations of plots with twine and feasting our eyes on some finished works.

This is the sweetest part of the gist, y’all. If you’ve stayed so far, you deserve quality rice and beans with palm oil ata rice. So, in my head, I’m like “maybe someone has killed another bush animal or snake” but I’m in for a bigger surprise. A man, fair-complexioned of average height starts saying some words which I’m going to paraphrase. It goes thus: “You all have to leave the farm immediately and stop work because the management says so”. There’s a lot of murmuring because “Excuse me sir, the work and energy we’ve invested into this land is something and the positive vibes we had for today has just been crushed in the twinkle of an eye”.

In about ten minutes, everybody don waka from farm– every man to his house. Everyone is trying to think of what the future holds for us. Group one and two members are thinking of the probability of the trip to Ile-Ogbo on Wednesday. What was I even thinking of? Probably how life is unpredictable. Las las, we go dey alright!

 

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  1. I really liked your piece. Glad to see you are doing what you enjoy and the passion behind it . – Folajimi Joseph Anifowose

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