RESEARCH FARM.

My path paved way into the research farm,
and dust concealed part of my cold feet.
I sighted the caterpillars;
that shriveled on bare leaves.
As though, waiting for the morning sunshine.
Not what I've chosen,
but what chose me.
Green white green.... Nigeria!
The green path I'm threading on.
A questionable great nation,
Raining fire and brimstone on poor masses;
Yet, hiding under the sarcasm of 'recession'.
Leaving all but the elites in raw terror.
From honour to horror,
I wished I could wake up a juror,
but life showed me the green card.
Tilling the soil is a way out of this mess,
and so learning is vital.
Unfortunately ending up with a mesmerism,
of superiors over subordinates.
Taking us back to hoes and cutlasses.
Yet, we chant civilization
with no mechanization.
Denigrating whims and caprices,
abandoning us in a subconscious fuss.
I wish the research farm was a nirvana,
to tell me the future is here!
- Anne
.
I wrote this an evening sometime ago. I had just got back from the farm feeling really stressed when I decided to pen down the way I felt. It was a horrible feeling at first. Afterwards, I felt better. I think Agricultural students understand this better. The importance of mechanization in our everyday life cannot be over-emphasized.