indonesian farmer's story
I am proud to be a farmer
We are a simple family, but I am proud to have a father who can send his children. Great children who have dreams of being raised by a farmer.
I always remember his infinite merits, attitudes, struggles, and sincerity. My father was an ordinary farmer, maybe even a farm worker. If I'm lucky my father also became a farmer. His job is to work on a field that belongs to a landlord. My father has no rice fields or land. The only rice field that is often managed by the father is the rice field belonging to the grandmother.
Like other farmers my father always leaves early in the morning, after dawn prayers. When I was a kid on Sunday I usually went. The journey from home to the rice fields is one hour, all taken on foot.
it has been a memory to this day. I went to school, and my father went downstairs. Dad and I were both on foot, we didn't leave together. But on the side of the highway as I was walking towards school, I saw my father on the edge of the rover about 100 m from me, walking with a hoe and other equipment. My heart's full. I've thought. I walked with a pen and a book, went to junior high school, and I was light. While there my father walked with a heavy hoe and other agricultural tools. If I had brought it myself. I walked to write and met my friends in a carefree atmosphere. While my ayaku runs for a living. Wrestling with the heat of the sun. Wrestling with mud-mud fields filled with dirt and germs.
I also remembered that when I was a child, my father did not feel like a junior high school. My father only had time to get a People's School education, that too with great effort. Now his son, I go to high school as well as my friends, while my brother is a soldier. So proud of my father and mother, I sometimes felt jealous of my sister, and thought to be even greater than my brother.
From there I realized that I was raised from farming. I was happy when I was farming, being in the rice fields. My days are spent with rice fields. Surely because I remembered the father who was a farmer. It was then that I thought of wanting to continue my studies at the largest agricultural college in the country.
because at our school there are also agricultural lessons, I also understand the importance of agriculture for human life. A dead former rector has taught me the true meaning of farming through the books he wrote.
When we studied agriculture at school I also thought back to my father who was a farmer. I am proud to have a farmer father. He has helped save millions of human lives in order to starve. Without a man like my father, the world would be in constant destruction and war.
Farmers are heroes of life. Without them we cannot eat. Without them we don't know what to eat today.
My father and other farmers had the same fate. Still lacking despite struggling. Controlled by a ringing neck. Utilized by landlords who only want to profit themselves. Such is the fate of our farmers. Planting rice, but to eat good rice is difficult. Growing vegetables but not eating vegetables.
I'm lucky to be able to go to school.I learned about agriculture But what happens in our farmers, there is no ideal farm that fits the theory. But with me here, to learn I also understand what I have to do on the farm.
I carry the trust from my father and farmers like my father to improve the fate of the farmers. It's not just the farmer's fate that I have to fix. I also had to change the face of Indonesian agriculture. Humanitarian agriculture, high-tech agriculture, sustainable agriculture, and agriculture that brings prosperity and peace.
Thank you DAD!. You taught me to be a whole human being.
As the times progress, we know the term of the times now, maybe many children farmers do not follow their parents. And almost all farmers hope that their children will be more successful than them and have a better life later. Actually that's one of the causes of the decreasing number of farmers. Dismaping other factors especially the character of the child himself who consciously does not want to be a farmer.
For me, farming does not have to be able to cover dozens and dozens of meters of agricultural land or have land several meters. But, farming also includes other aspects, namely participating in the agricultural world even though with limited land and limited funds. And one of the positive impacts we see now is to start participating in the growth of community and activities Tapulampot, hydropinic or aquaponics. That's proof that agriculture can also be done on limited land in urban areas. And even more remarkable is the Vertikulture terraced farming system.
I have an aspiration that has not yet materialized, but I certainly try to achieve it, which is to participate in cultivating the world of agriculture , because I realized that I came from the agricultural world, I grew up to become what I am today, they were not accompanied by the government, there was no help and probably did not expect. From the start of natural agriculture, animal husbandry, micro-finance institutions and agricultural product markets, in the bonds of solidarity in self-directed deliberation in the face of life's challenges, they continue to walk to realize the existence of independence of farmers and the village they love. With the provision of education and agricultural deliberation with Bina Desa Foundation, they continue to work in solidarity together to realize the dream of self-reliance.But in fact, the challenges also come from non-technical matters of agriculture, my experience, the opposition came even from my own father, ”I had a fight, when my father because he did not believe in the natural agricultural crops, he wanted to buy urea fertilizer: I said I want to buy a ticket “leave kampung”. Her story. But now it has started well.Not only Mitha who is young—dan besides as a student, but also undergoes the profession as a natural farmer who is diligent and proud. Ahmad Dai, Sunardi or Jojo are young people in Sulawesi who are eager to pursue the world of natural agriculture, love the environment and turn on their villages to be independent, especially in food.
