SHARING YOUR FIRST EXPERIENCE

[julius jambukila]

towards the end 2013 i met a classmate and started discussing about work experience.. by the time he had just left a job as a farm manager on a farm in kilifi..i was still  working as a farm manager in kibwezi but contemplating leaving the job huh..i definately finally left the job... you may wonder why... later on i was speaking to a lady friend also a classmate n she told me about her not being in good terms with her boss at work... i dont know if bado ako uko...but she was planning to leave....

by the time i got into my field to work the biggest challenge was not experience in crop pest and disease management my greatest challenge was age factor...i went to a place where 90 percent of the people i was to work with were my fathers age...u can imagine managing your dads, ofcos they have been there and have experience more than you, the rest are way older than me.....what really amazed me was gossip at work..dealing with gossip and bad mouthing at work place is bad..try never to be involved in such fights my friends..people looking for the downfall of each other as in kuchimbians mashimo mmoja afutwe wengine wabaki...its pathetic..at the end of the day u find yourself not delivering proffessionally but radher fighting to keep your job..guese what its hard to work with people whom you know the slightest chance wako nayo they will try to do bad of you, and worse when the people are so old that you expect to look up to them...so one day my co principal tells me

..julius unajua hii shamba hata haitaki manager agronomist kama wewe na degree, si imekuwa ikitoa vitu hii miaka yote hata kabla ukuje...

in my mind i told myself if this was true the owner would not have hired me or even interviewed me fo the job..but again i start asking myself what this guy is driving at....

as i started, my discussion with my friend who had also just lost his job from kilifi ended up at the same frustrations...he had the same problem....

my friends trust me there is nothing worse than coming to the farm early in the morning to find your co principal in a cocoon of meeting with others on the farm and what they do after that is to frustrate you...so the guy was an indian the the senior farm owner was also an indian..whenever my guy would come to nairobi ooh my i think they spoke trush that he had planned with other old wazees and mamas on the farm...

within the first year of work on the farm for the first time in ten years these guys got good quality mangoes apart from oranges, water mlon and other fruits... and for the start i managed to send 36000kg of mangoes to export as the rest was sent to the local market..this was an achievement  i was proud of... the last time anything was exported was in 2005 from the farm

 kisha the same indian mzee who had told me that the farm didnt need me started claiming that i am proud na hawezi fanya kazi na mimi... i got fed up of being frustrated na  nikiuliza farm owner aje kwa farm we iron out some issues he immediately calls the guy na they talk kihindi and my requests are cancelled..imagine working for two years bila kukaa any meeting on the farm to discuss anything..

i reached a point nikawa nimechoka... i woke up parked and left the farm...one year down the line i heard shamba imeuzwa  because of low production... hehe...kumbe the guys on the farm were so corrupt but felt my presence on the farm would deny them the chance to eat...so my boss could not trust me coz i was african but radher trusted his indian friend..actually my first job was katikati ya tribalist, racism na worse uneducation and ignorance...i did my best and left the rest to take course....

...THE THING IS I JUST REALIZED THAT I AM A QUALIFIED AGRONOMIST AND NOTHING CAN OR WOULD CHANGE THAT.....