- As usual, it would be unreasonable to just take all the money to farming without saying a word of pole to the body that toils.
- I did some good shopping – that included juice and unga ngano – for Fiolina and proceeded to enjoy life at Cosmos Bar and Rest.
- I then went to our county headquarters and bought enough farm inputs, and waited for the rains.
Although I did not mention it in my New Year’s resolutions, one of the things I intended to do this year was to make money from farming. Good money. If you remember, my plans to make some good money from maize farming last year were thwarted by my brother, in close collaboration with my parents.
For those with a short memory, I prepared our piece of land and as I was still looking for money to buy seeds and fertiliser, my brother Pius travelled home and planted. And because he had bought my mother a leso and my father some airtime on top of a full week’s dose at Hitler’s, they all said that was his piece of land – and I was left high and dry.
It is no wonder the harvest was so dismal. Mungu sio Athumani!
I planned to show them this year how these things are done. Rather than wait for my father to finally divide the piece of land between us – just as he was given the land by our grandfather, I decided to do it in my own way. I talked do Alphayo — one of the luminaries of Mwisho wa Lami — to lease to me a piece he never used. It was very fertile land.
Soon, I hired an oxen to dig up the place. I then employed some boys to collect cow dung from everywhere and drop it in the farm.
But I soon realised that farming is not a cheap venture when I sat down to calculate how much I would need to harrow the land, and particularly the cost of seeds and fertiliser. That was before I added labour costs. But since I was keen to do a good job, I did not despair. I got a sample school fees structure and quickly got a school fees loan from the Sacco.
As usual, it would be unreasonable to just take all the money to farming without saying a word of pole to the body that toils. I did some good shopping – that included juice and unga ngano – for Fiolina and proceeded to enjoy life at Cosmos Bar and Rest.
I then went to our county headquarters and bought enough farm inputs, and waited for the rains. The skies opened up three weeks ago, and I was one of the very few ready farmers in Mwisho wa Lami and beyond. I quickly harrowed the land ready to plant. But there was a problem. I must have miscalculated. For I did not have enough money left to pay for labour – having used quite a tidy sum at Hitler’s and at Cosmos.
IDEA STRUCK ME
Then an idea struck me. I remembered how Lutta has over the years used pupils to help him with farm work. All he did was cook for them. There was nothing illegal about that. If anything, he saved lots of cash. I, therefore, selected the best pupils from Class 8, 7 and 6 and two weekends ago, it was planting day.
The 15 boys and girls arrived at my place early that Saturday morning. I had talked to Lutta a day before and he told me that all I needed was to prepare good food for them. “If they eat well, they will do fantastic job,” he had said.
To this end, I bought two loaves of bread the day before, and Fiolina had prepared good tea for the boys and girls. The really enjoyed it.