"Piled High on the Pepper Pile"

Piled high on a pepper pile, I embrace the bearings of farming. The mirror of my ife is the vegatation I produce. Before birth, I was a seed, my parents the farmers, they sustained life. I was born. I am here to produce, to be a farmer is to give back to the ones that produced me. I feel alive, I dig, I deposit, I nourish, I linger, I pick, I consume, I give back...I produce