Yesterday was one of the most exhausting and stressful days I’ve had at school, but it was also full of new experiences that gave me a real taste of farm work. My classmates and I were taken to the school farm, where we were assigned to work with a sheller machine for the very first time. This machine is used to separate maize grains from their shells, a task that sounds simple at first, but then we quickly learned how physically demanding it would be.
The first thing we had to do was gather all the maize and place it into different bags.
Once that was done, we split into groups to handle different parts of the process. One group was tasked with carrying the heavy bags to one side of the sheller, while someone else fed the maize into the machine to start the shelling.
Another group was responsible for positioning empty bags at the end of the sheller to catch the grains as they came out. Meanwhile, my job, along with a few others, was to gather the leftover maize shells, place them into buckets, and then dispose of them outside. The dust from the maize shaft quickly became overwhelming, clouding the air and clinging to our clothes and skin. To keep from breathing it in constantly, we had to wear face masks, but even with the masks on, I could feel the grit of dust on my face.
We basically worked for hours, moving from one task to another, and by the time we were finally done, we had managed to fill over nine large bags with maize grains.
Also, we had to go back over the area near the sheller to clean up and make sure none of the maize shells had gotten mixed up with the grains that had fallen to the floor. We had to crouch down and carefully separate out the shells from any loose grains that didn’t make it into the bags. At that point, everyone was tired and ready to be done, but we couldn’t leave any good maize behind, so we just pushed through and kept sorting.
Once we had collected everything, we set the shells aside in a bucket for later disposal. The whole thing felt like an extra step we hadn’t planned for, but it reminded us just how hands-on farming can be.
Every grain we saved felt like a little victory, and even though it was tough work, there was something satisfying about knowing we hadn’t let anything go to waste.
Despite the physical strain, the dust, and the time it took, the experience was surprisingly rewarding. Working alongside my classmates, each of us pulling our weight and taking on different responsibilities, gave me a sense of unity and respect for the effort that goes into producing food. Farm work isn’t something I’d want to do every day, but I’m grateful for the experience. It taught me a lot about the reality of agriculture and the hard work farmers put in to make sure food reaches our tables.
Video evidence :
Posted Using InLeo Alpha
Congratulations @juwon-btc! You have completed the following achievement on the Hive blockchain And have been rewarded with New badge(s)
You can view your badges on your board and compare yourself to others in the Ranking
If you no longer want to receive notifications, reply to this comment with the word
STOPCheck out our last posts: