Farm life

Behind every successful man….

Cowboy Logic: “While most people follow

old wagon trails – others are breaking new trails.”


There’s a species of women that I am privileged to know. It’s those who always hit a blank when they need to answer a very simple question on a form or in any conversation: What is your occupation?

I’ve been surrounded by these women all my life and my own mom was the perfect example.

How can one put them into a box with a simple label? Or Job title?

These women can be described as:

Christelle Guse… her 2nd Happiest place

The adventurous kind,

A free spirit that is living to the limit,

Giving her best

Rough, tough, yet soft enough.

Daring, caring, and sometimes swearing.

Sometimes, sassy but always classy.

Bright, Polite with just a little dirt…


These women always amaze me, they can keep their own in pretty much every conversation because, yes, they do need to know the latest market tendencies, the newest tax laws, educational issues, when the part the salesman says will fit, won’t, the best place in town to get hydraulic pipes fixed and a list of pharmaceuticals products that needs to be stocked in the fridge at all times for that unforeseen event of a sick cow, colic horse or ewe that shows signs of parasites, they are entrepreneurs and they shine at a high tea…. If their schedule allows them to go to one.

All over the world, a farmer’s wife is the backbone of a farming operation and their role can easily be overlooked, but they are the oil that make the machine run smoothly. And I’ve seen some pretty good entrepreneurial skills.

“No matter where you go… there you are!”

In Mozambique, this is taken to a whole new level and I am in awe of these women. They face challenges in stride while doing a great job at home-schooling!

Carla doing her thing in Mozambique
Venessa…. an inspiration

This account of life and emotions on a farm in Mozambique was so accurate for me, I had to share it with you all. For most it describes the beginning of Pioneering in Mozambique and sounds all too familiar.

“It’s almost a week and a half that we are permanently here. Camping on a permanent base is quite an adaption. Everything’s got a place, yet nothing has a place. You need to accept a couple of things. You are in the bush and you take each thing as it comes. If the solar system didn’t charge enough, it’s going to be dark. If there are now mobile network, then there are no way to communicate with the outside world. If you want hot water, you need to make a fire. Dinner is started at 13h00. You eat early and get up at dawn. And so, each day go by… Interesting, new and very strange.

Camping feel familiar, until you remember its semi-permanent… Everything is cleaned before use because here, you and the earth live close to each other.

Normal isn’t normal, no comfy sofa to relax on. There is no time to wait for your gentleman to make fire because then nothing is going to be on time. Fire making, carrying buckets of hot water show on your hands. You wish your loved ones where close, so close that you could touch them…. Then you realize, you are more adaptable than you can ever imagine…

You get overwhelmed, tired, angry, but the sun sets a deep red over all the negativity and at dawn you wake up with new grace, hope and a new page to write your new story on, because with God on your side, who can be against you?” Eunanza Farrel


I asked my neighbour from Germany, who married a South African farmer who moved


to Mozambique how does she cope because she too had to start with these humble beginnings… her reply… she is a stronger person she was a couple of years ago.



I see these women and I am ashamed of all my whining and negativity… They make farm life, especially farm life in Mozambique look like one big adventure with a hint of romance. they may not always play an active role on the tractor or in the cattle pin but they sure know how to keep the wheels turning.


I salute all of you, each and every one of you are an inspiration and an example.

God bless you!

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