As someone that lived and worked in a rural agrarian village in West Africa, that’s very likely just counting planting to harvest, so part of the picture only.
Still, that’s 150 days of often backbreaking physical labor starting before sunup. No weekends, no sick days, no annual leave. Weather dictates your schedule without care, and the margins for underperforming can literally mean starving. You can still so a great job and too much or too little rain means you’re fucked.
It doesn’t account for all the cottage industry and daily hustle to simply make ends meet. All the days spent trying to trade what you grew for a diverse diet.
It’s not an idyllic life. It’s a hard life that many people try to escape at the first chance they get.
As someone that lived and worked in a rural agrarian village in West Africa, that’s very likely just counting planting to harvest, so part of the picture only.
Still, that’s 150 days of often backbreaking physical labor starting before sunup. No weekends, no sick days, no annual leave. Weather dictates your schedule without care, and the margins for underperforming can literally mean starving. You can still so a great job and too much or too little rain means you’re fucked.
It doesn’t account for all the cottage industry and daily hustle to simply make ends meet. All the days spent trying to trade what you grew for a diverse diet.
It’s not an idyllic life. It’s a hard life that many people try to escape at the first chance they get.