Where have you been??!
Let’s welcome ourselves back to the soil, having deployed these techniques we’ve come to understand. What did we learn?
* Works Referenced:
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Tackling food insecurity through urban farming
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A youth-led program in Charlotte’s West Boulevard neighborhood combats food insecurity
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Odù to Sow Seeds To
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“God made the Soil, but we made it Fertile”
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Dr. Isaac Zama – Amba Farmer’s Voice Part 3
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Transcript (automated)
Where have you been?
Peace,
I am Mason Olonade and this is Jìgìjìgì: Africulture Podcast. Here we believe building a healthy soil builds a healthy soul, so we share strategies for how to do both.
To do both we ask two questions:How do you grow while you grow Kale, Collards, Tomatoes, and Melons.And why, do you think, the healthiest soils are Black?
And today, a third.
Where have you been?
It’s been over two years since I last spoke to you, my patient Siblings of the Soil, and I have no quick answer. Not that you’d expect one from me anyway.
Shortly after my interview with Dr. Zama I began my primary research, implementing these discussed theories, and moving forward I will be sharing the results of this research with you all.
However, there is just…some issues with it.
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I started as the Farm Manager of Three Sisters Farm and Market in March of 2022. I managed a modest city plot of a quarter-of-an-acre, or just over 1,011 m2. We had bees and teenaged boys and girls.
I was featured on both television and local radio with one of my boys!
From this television appearance I was asked to contribute to a forthcoming publication that I am immensely excited to share with you all when it comes out.
As I listened back to these programs I now understand what my issue is. I then had the same issue.
What have I gotten myself into!?
When I listen back to my voice I hear a exhausted excitement. On its face it seems contradictory but it isn’t. Running just that quarter acre was physically exhausting. Moving wet, moldy, and fungal wood chips to build up sun-baked eroded soils was strenuous, dusty, and sweaty and navigating the internal landscape of my youth. That was hardest part.
On the other hand, one afternoon I asked my staff if anyone, over the weekend, had any interesting dreams. One of them said,
“Mr. Mason I just slept all weekend.”and another“Yo, no bullshit, sorry Mr. Mason, I’ve never slept better than right now.”
Indeed, we were all being rejuvenated.
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One morning in the fall of 2021 when I was a mere volunteer, the then manager Mr. Rickey had a family emergency and left me in charge.
