Harvest Day in the hills of Dzah
Hi fellow steemians. I have updates from the hills of Dzah. Today is special because it is harvesting day, a time of bustling activity and communal effort.
I begin my day by visiting local farmers in their gardens. These dedicated individuals cultivate a variety of vegetables. The rich soil of Dzah, naturally fertilized by the cattle manure, ensures that the crops are not only abundant but also healthy and vibrant. The sight of lush green leaves and plump vegetables ready for picking was truly a testament to the sustainable farming practices employed here. So many bags pouring in. In a few hours these bags will be filled with “Njamanjama”, as huckleberry is colloquially called. Knives and razors are the harvesting tools here, so important in the process that a 6-hours job could end up lasting days.
As the day progressed, the quiet of the morning gave way to the sounds of excitement and hard work. Farmers, along with their families, move through the rows of vegetables, carefully selecting and gathering the harvest. The rhythm of their work is almost musical, punctuated by laughter and the occasional shout of direction.
The highlight of the day was the influx of bike riders who arrived to transport the fresh produce to town. These riders, an essential part of the local economy, swiftly load their bikes with bags brimming with vegetables. Each bike carries about six bags which is nuts because the rider ends up sitting at the furthest part of the fuel tank, just below the gauge clusters. The energy was infectious as they prepare to navigate the winding paths down to the market.
Watching the bikes set off, laden with the day’s bounty, I felt a profound connection to the land and its people. The cooperative spirit, the dedication to sustainable agriculture, and the seamless integration of modern transport methods with traditional farming makes this day unforgettable. The harvesting in Dzah was more than just a routine; it was a vibrant celebration of community and the reward for hardwork.
