CELEBRATING OUR FARMERS
Day-in
day-out we taste and eat their efforts in our beautiful bowls.
Day-by-day
we salivate to satisfy our hunger and loudly belch in our satisfaction, but
don't necessarily consider the chains of sources of the dishes we gladly feast
on.
Year-in-year-out we mention their contributions with polished phrases in our praise, yet do nothing significantly to salvage the sinking status of the industry.
Year-in-year-out we mention their contributions with polished phrases in our praise, yet do nothing significantly to salvage the sinking status of the industry.
Periodically,
we expect bumper harvest from them, even as they continue using crude farming implement,
when all we do is to only ascribe little resources to them in our budget.
And
when we are considerate enough to do anything for them, we renegotiate with our
cronies, who are appointed middle men to help us over reap the harvest from our
farmers. Is that fair?
Every
year the annual ritual is on and we watch and use all the beautiful Anglicise
speeches to decorate our congratulatory messages to them, when what we actually
do is to chill in the holiday breeze because we are tired and want to catch
some breather, as if to say we appreciate you but we love the holiday than
their contribution to our survival.
It's
not enough to celebrate our farmers when indicators from our farms shows sharp
declining rates of our yields.
It's
not enough to pretend to be celebrating our farmers, when greenhouse effect
with her sister, climate change are eating and threatening the fertility of our
farms.
It's
not enough, to talk about the poisons in those fertilizers and fumes our
tractors generate, when all we do is to hurriedly jump in the hurricane of our
greed to procure these additives.
It's
not just enough to sign shady deals which makes our friendly enemies the sole
breeders of the seedlings our ancestor planted.
It's
not enough to make our markets too free to the extent that we import similar
foods, fruits or products, when our farmers are striving to produce same here.
It's
not just enough to praise our farmers today, when we do little to manage the
dancing tunes in our fluctuating stocks annually.
It's
just not enough to celebrate our farmers when we mortgage our seasons and
yields to the dying rains of our friendly deity.
Where
are our agronomists?
Where
are our veterinary specialists?
Where
are our agriculturists?
Where
are our food security experts?
Where
are our balance diet campaigners?
Where
are our farmers?
Where
are our legislators?
Where
are our ministers?
Where
are we all Ghanaians? Please don't tell me we are all at Bolgatanga oooπ
Are
we all here? Are we watching or are we entertaining despondency or politicking
with our efforts?
Certainly,
we all as stakeholders can do something positively individually and
collectively to improve on our lots.
Please
let's rethink what we can easily do to resuscitate our farms.
Let's
reconsider our efforts to revive the beauty of our farms. Let's rethink our
labours to sustain and strengthen the safety of our farmers, while doing all we
can to fight the looming famine, even as we celebrate our Farmers on this
Friday. π
God
bless us all.
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