The last week of farm practical training was bittersweet. Everything, right from the beginning of farm had been leading up to that point. We knew it would come, in fact, we couldn’t wait for it to come because there are certain points one gets to in life when moving on becomes inevitable. It stands true that 20 children cannot play for 20 years.
On Monday, we met our new supervisor. A very soft-spoken man. We would learn about tractors and other implements from him. Every day, we were lectured on tractors. Not that we actually saw the machine work, but I suppose that is not as necessary as being familiar with it. It was a beautifully boring experience, but let’s move on.
On the last day, it dawned on us all to make memories of the time we spent together, so we kept ourselves in photographs. Some of us exchanged contacts and promised to keep in touch with one another. While we were promising to miss each other, a funny situation cropped up; we were forced to buy chicken. Some weeks earlier, the farm purchased some 200-day old chicks so we could learn how to brood the birds. It was something I remembered fondly until we were asked to buy them with the threat of our IT release letters not being ‘released.’ On that day, even though I had vowed that I would take bike, I walked home.
Some of my experiences being a trainee have been beautiful, some ugly, and others, downright funny, but I would change nothing I’ve learnt because these are memories that will stay with me for a very long time.
God bless all the supervisors who took time to share with me knowledge I would have otherwise never gained.
God bless the friends I made who shared with me experiences I will never forget as long as time lasts.
God bless the Faculty of Agricultural Sciences.
God bless LAUTECH