Florie Naturae

Striga, the "witchw**d" triggered the death of our maize farm.

When we embacked on the journey of Agriculture for the first time and behold the witchw**d.

We were novice and being unaware of the existence of this beautifully and colourful flower and it effects on maize plant.

We planted our maize, did w**d control and Patiently waiting for harvest to come by.

One morning inJune/July, we we went to check the farm to see how far it's done. We got there and was shocked to see that majority of the maize standing were already dried without meaningful production.

Through careful observations on our farm, we realized that each stand that was looking dried had this beautiful and attractive bright coloured flowers attached it's root.

Out of curiosity, we asked and found out from the villagers as they affirmed and called the w**d in their dialect; "witchw**d".

Now we know the inherent power this w**d carries and have learned to control and manage it.

Hence, even the maize that manage to complete their life circle subsequently, lost their sweet taste and natural flavour.

When I see them on the farm now, I just smile and quietly remove them.

Hope you are informed.

Don't be a victim like me.

It is:
Florence.

I am a Farmer.
it's in my DNA, it reflects in every aspect of my life, including my name, but I still couldn't see it.

I am always looking away from my reality. A white collar job that is not fourth coming. A reputable job that will accord me respect, prestige and what have you.

I didn't want to dip my hands in moised soil nor walk through mornings dews that could get me wet even though I new I had the mind and patience to so.

Just like a lot of us out here, I was confused and cought in the quagmire of difficulties and gribed by the meshes of my own net.

I am a lover of nature, and the beauty that comes with it.
It is inscribed in my DNA as implied by my name.

Florence: meaning "flower."
Flowers are beautiful and reflects nature and the power of God finding expression amongst men.

Even while in the University, I raised chickens and goats off campus.
Those who knew me then can testify.

Today, I am out to fly and blow the trumpet that every little space count and should not be ignored.

Now, I no longer see just flowers, I imagine those flowers turned into edible plants for our consumption.

I see certain plants like, groundnut, beans and Even potatoes replacing those flowers and forming that decorations we want to see in our environment.

Some of us cry loud whenever it begins to rain, because our compound will begin to sip out water, instead of planting rice.

I see opportunity in every land lying fallow, wasting without any value addition.

Let our eyes, minds and hearts be open to the agricultural opportunities around us.

Let's begin to invest directly into what we eat and drink as much as we can. By doing so, you know what goes into your stomach.

Everyone can not be a Farmer, but we can utilize our environment in its fullness.

Don't wast it.
Don't ignore it.
It is an asset given freely by God.




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My story.
I amFlorence.

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