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This week, I really feel close to the soil more than before. Every time I step outside, the green plants wave at me like they know my name already. It makes me smile small, maybe because I see how my hands work turn to something alive. The cassava I planted months back finally start to look ready. I even dig small one out on Monday to check. The roots thick, the skin brownish, and I just laugh because all my sweating no waste. Vita est, that’s Latin for “life is here,” and I feel that deep.

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On tuesday in the morning, I wake up very early, the sky still gray, dew wet my feet as I walk to the small garden behind my house. The scent from pumpkin leaves almost smell like rain. I pluck some, rinse with water from the bucket, and keep them to cook later. When I eat that soup later in the night, the taste sweet in a way that food from the market never reach. Maybe because I plant it with love. Natura ipsa, "nature itself", reward who take care of her. I believe that.

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By midweek, I sold some cassava to a woman in my street. She always buy from me because she say my cassava dry fast when she fry garri. I don’t make much money, but the little I get, I use it to buy soap, salt, and one loaf of bread. That money small but it still carry joy inside. I feel like I’m part of something real, something that help me survive.

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Thursday, the sun hot, but I still go help my neighbor with palm fruit processing. The work no easy, hands get oily and slippery, but we still laugh plenty. When we press the fruits, the red oil shine like gold under the sun. We shared so many stories, We cracked jokes and laughed, and even argue small about who can fry better. In the end, she gave me one bottle of palm oil to take home. I smile big that day. Communitas agriculturae—"the community of farming"—really show me that people can connect through simple work.

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Sometimes, I sit and just look at the crops. I don’t even say anything, I just watch how the leaves dance when the wind blow them. It calm me, like a song I didn’t know I needed. Musica naturae—"music of nature". That’s what it feels like, soft and peaceful. I think about how rain, soil, sun, and even me all work together like one big family. Without one, the rest can’t stand well.

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Friday, I fed my chickens, and they run around, pecking fast, making funny sounds. Those small creatures also part of my life now. Sometimes one escape and I chase it like a child. That small run make me laugh every time. After feeding them, I sit down under the mango tree just to rest. The shade cool, and I remember how my father used to say, “the land never forgets the hand that feed it.” He was right.

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By Saturday, I feel tired but happy. I gathered some leftover cassava peel to feed goats near the fence. The way they eat make me realize how everything connects again. Even waste become food for something else. That’s life.

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So this week, agriculture didn’t just feed me; it teach me patience, give me peace, and small income too. Every leaf I touch, every soil I dig, remind me that the earth got its own heart. It beats slow but sure. I might not have much, but through the land, I feel rich in ways money can’t buy. Gratias ago agriculturae, I thank agriculture—for giving me food, hope, and something that feels like home every single day.

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