This clip I did on Facebook is a few months old by now, still, it summarises the agricultural paradoxes that my island country Singapore faces. I farm less to donate or sell, but because what I farm I can actually eat. The catch 22 about Maslow Theory is that 95% of Singaporeans are not directly involved in any form of consumption farming, and the local producers produce less than 20% of our daily needs. What I want to say, yet cannot complain, is that the economy of Singapore is based almost entirely in high employment figures, such that as an independent existence only 5% or so of such natives perform the sort of tasks that are truly a facet of basic humanitarian needs.
In other words, when everybody wants to own a factory or a company, but nobody wants to run it, the country ends up with farmers like me as well as cleaners and undertakers that is akin to building a pyramid upside down. The joke is that I operate all three lines of businesses in one way or another, i.e. what comes to me as bodhi is that all the 50% of graduates in Singapore make for good fertilisers in my farm whether from their manures till their inconvenient truths. Besides, if burial is not their cup of tea, surely they need a clean room environment where they may be rested upon the expiration of their life expectancies.
I am planting vegetables and herbs this month at a new plot. Most of the fruits that I plant in Singapore are not common in the northern hemisphere. Biodiversity is rarely a challenge here along the equator.