Oh, don't tell me old farmer Jones has complained about the music again.

It comes at different times of the year now and farmers cannot tell when to plant.

"I'm sorry I don't have anything more to give you, son," the farmer tells him.

When the old farmer told the lost traveler, "You can't get there from here," he was talking about this place.

Communist officials then let farmers work the new farms and told them to turn the harvest over to the government.

We just stay silent," said one farmer told to move off his land.

A local farmer, who said he saw white fairy blood around the bush, told him the story.

"That storm will be raging for hours," the farmer told them.

And yet the same farmers are telling Africans not to air freight their product.

I wondered what the other farmers would have told me, if I'd asked them the same question.