My people, our food

I only have one word to describe Africa, DIVERSE. In this continent there exists more than eight thousand dialects spoken among three thousand tribes that to me is diversity defined! In the past three months I have had the pleasure to experience a bit of that diversity through living with housemates from Zimbabwe, Uganda and of course the rainbow nation. Come to think of it even the chickens had a bit of diversity (in terms of behaviour)… I mean there was one naughty cage. I tell you, those birds would even poke my pants! And then there were my sweet babies, always well behaved (laughs).

Food production in process

Food matters at house no. 24

Anyway, my housemates and I have a lot in common, maybe because we are all students or it could be that our similarities emanate from the fact that we are all nourished by the African sun and our history is stained with the rich soil that produce precious stones. Nonetheless there is a significant difference in the food we eat. Believe you me in this regard (p ˂ 0.005). My house mates from Zimbabwe prefer SADZA (pap) on any day to most dishes. To them it’s their thing and without it they are “food insecure”. On the other hand there’s me, I always feel “food insecure” when I have no vegetables and of course meat. We sometimes explore each other’s meals but what I realised was, though I may like how each dish tastes, I may not necessarily regard it as food for nourishment. Same goes for the rest of the house. I never though diversity would be evident even in food. A simple meal (well, simple in my view) is complicated and sometimes unacceptable to some of my housemates because they didn’t grow up eating such foods and it won’t fulfil their hunger.

There is always hope

Yes, our food is different, but there is beauty in it. I guess as researchers we are trying to find an answer to the same question in different ways for various communities; these ways based on the environment, availability and acceptability of the foods we are so desperate to produce. The quest for food security in Africa is not new, neither is it impossible to attain. I believe food security challenges on our continent can be solved through our diverse strategies to make Africa better — research being one of them. For that reason I will continue to pursue excellence and appreciate diversity in even in food. It’s only been a year into my research about animal production and already I’m thinking it’s too late to quit now. There must be something I can do to redefine the state of our continent… (Sigh).

Food and more food is what I’m striving for.

The courage behind research

How many times in your life have you made excuses for not doing something? And how many of those were really, really good reasons for your behavior? I’ve become more honest with myself, and I have found that I often had an excuse and sometimes- well most of the time- it seemed valid. I have heard people say “excuses are expensive” and I really thought that only concerned money, until I had chicks no-more-excusesto raise. I was busy mixing feed in the wee hours of the morning when I found myself thinking “there really is no room for excuses where research is concerned”. Even being tired does not count.  If only it were possible to write in my thesis that I missed a day of data collection because the previous day was hectic!

 

In all my interactions with researchers that inspire me, I have realized that none of them is comfortable with making excuses for themselves, particularly where their work is concerned. So then I decided to drop them like hot potatoes. The question I was left to answer was “what do I substitute them with?”   The answer was quite simple really: COURAGE. I mean is it not courage that led to where I am? There were a million reasons why I shouldn’t be a researcher. The funniest I have heard so far is that no one will want to marry me…

Anyway, having to write and defend a proposal takes guts! I could have quit even before I begun or run for the hills when I discovered that I had to change my project proposal more than once (apparently that is normal).

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I’m of the view that researchers are courageous not because they are just stubborn and never give up on their projects. I think they are courageous because they usually don’t know if their expectations will be met; they are exploring new, unknown territories — yet they persist, and complete their projects despite opposition.  At this stage of my research I think the most vital work I have to do is working on myself, ensuring that I don’t compromise my work because of excuses, no matter how valid they sound. Now I know it is definitely not the absence of challenges and very nasty surprises that drives researchers onwards. But rather, it is the conviction that their chosen purpose in life must prevail.

Time to move mountains!!!