For years, I watched my farm suffer. Every season, I planted seeds with hope, only to see the harvest shrink more than the last year. The rains became unpredictable, the soil looked tired, and no matter how much effort I put into fertilizing or watering, my yields continued to decline.
Neighbours who once came to seek advice from me were now surpassing me in every way. I felt helpless and ashamed. People whispered, “That land is cursed,” and even my family began to doubt if farming was worth my time.…CONTINUE READING
