Kèncho found this pitchfork on the ground in his grandmother’s garden. “My grandmother lived on a hill. She worked at Shell but besides her job she planted crops. The harvest was always rich and my family provided the neighborhood with produce.”

“Those who could afford it would pay for the fruits and vegetables but regularly children would show up with handwritten notes from their parents: “Please send a piece of pumpkin for me, or watermelon.” My family would give the children what they asked for so they could take the fruits and vegetables home.”

“If someone wanted to buy something they waited outside the gate and made a special yell to let my family know they were there. My family wouldn’t allow ‘strangers’ to walk on their land because they believed this would ‘make the soil heavy’, in other words the soil would not produce anything any more.”

“From a young age my people taught me how to work the land. This pitchfork is a special one. It has more tines that the ones used nowadays,12 instead of 5 or 6.”