One million

The twin counted faultlessly to one hundred.  Then to show off, he continued to one hundred and nine.  Perfect. After one hundred and nine, next figure was one million.  Finish. There was the little pensive face expecting excellent and well done!  But we know that after one hundred and nine there is one hundred and ten.  Yet there was my little brave soldier expecting adoration and congratulations for a job which was not well done, but reasonably done, till the last minute.  

Brought to mind the number of women I see tending fields and planting.  The rainy season is upon us in my area. These women bend all the way down and they have to remain in that position till they straighten to take a break. Why no one has bothered to make a kinder and longer hoe for them beats me.   Second is the way the fields are made - one design suit all.  Then comes crop choice, and seed variety - neighbour is expert just because you think so.  Same mistake, year in and out.  No soil test, no information on what crop is best for the soil, just the desire to produce the staple and feed oneself. No wonder why agriculture is going to the dogs in most parts of my world.  How one can expect the same soil to produce the same quality and quantity of food after decades of use of the same chemicals and or fertiliser beats me, especially where there is not even any crop rotation practiced.  These people, by the way, go to school, and read books, and go on Facebook, then they do exactly the same thing their great grand parents have been doing the same way and expect the same result.  Amazing, just amazing.  Another million for hunger relief food.