I was born in 1979 in the city of Carazinho, located in an agricultural region in the southern of Brazil. Although my parents did not have any direct link with agriculture, grain farms have always been part of my daily life during childhood and youth, as well as agricultural events that aroused in me a great interest in machinery and equipment related to agriculture.
It’s an untold story how I recovered the current Godstat Farm in Nakasongola district. In 2010 when I graduated, there were only four malnourished cattle to begin with. I leased out the land for re-development. Within one year the four cattle became ten cows which then set ground for the parent stock for Godstat Farm: a mixed beef and dairy farm located in the heart of the country...
My hard work, commitment and passion for what I do, were congratulated in 2011 with the Women in Science Price that L’Oreal-UNESCO-Académie des Sciences give every year in order to encourage women in scientific domains.
I hope that YPARD India community would involve itself in activities related to the issues they face as students, young farmers or young agricultural scientists/researchers in India and engage with the policy makers in India for the development of suitable solutions to the issues/problems faced by young professionals in Agricultural Development in India.
I am the chairman and Founder of Kwetu Innovations Centre of Excellence. For the last two years KICE has been working to empower youth and women in rural parts of Kenya by offering training on best farm practices. We have mobilized over 500 youth in the country and we are now carrying out agribusiness projects utilizing innovative technologies e.g. Green house farming.
Growing up, based on my social background, I had only two views of agriculture; one, as a means of livelihood for villagers with little education (and large areas of land), and the other as a pastime for educated city folks – with probable village backgrounds – who need something to fill their downtime or who grow part of their food to augment their inadequate income.
Some weeks back, while trying to buy roasted corn from an open market seller during a long wait for an inter-city bus to fill up, I met an elderly cotton farmer who was overly impressed when I jokingly called myself a farmer.