Growing up, I thought “agriculture” meant two things: mud on your slippers and the smell of fresh cow dung in the air. The word alone evoked green fields, earthy scents, and the image of a farmer wiping sweat with pride under the sun. We were told it’s our culture, our dignity, our roots.
But no one ever said it could be our career. Our future. Our innovation. Our enterprise. And if we keep treating it as a sentimental artifact instead of a strategic powerhouse, we’ll keep losing both crops and common sense.