By Richard Ephraim
One might begin to wonder if the word “Agrophobia” exists in the
Oxford Advanced Learners Dictionary or Merriam Websters Collegiate dictionary
or perhaps the new world encyclopedia of word or concentrated Thesaurus, or any
dictionary of sort. While others may contend that such term does not exist in
strictu sensu. However, it is quite normal that this concept raises eyebrows of
my target erudite readers at first glance because it is literally strange and yet
to be discovered if at all there is any person, working painstakingly on the
curative properties of this “ailment” which is fast becoming a common place in
our climes.
First and foremost, let us understand what is “Agrophobia”.
The term “Agrophobia” albeit not yet discovered by erudite scholars,
researches or lexicographers is a new coinage invented by me, following my
sojourn in the prestigious faculty of Agriculture and the ingrained views held
by students, parents, and other folks with regards to agriculture within and
outside the walls of the University of Uyo. However, for the purpose of this
article, it means extreme and irrational fear and dislike of Faculty of
Agriculture and Agriculture as an art and science profession in extension”.
Hmm! Yes, as (ridiculous) informal, baseless, strange and
pointless as the term may sound to many, I fond it uneasy to put this concept
down on paper. Nonetheless, due to my undeterred and persistent desire to
impart this message to the victims of this “ailment” and the dire need to
sanitize the myopic mentality, correct the misconception and change the
delusive philosophy held widely by many students and the general public, I
insisted to use this medium to bring to the fore, this new “ailment” that is
already taking deep root in our society today.
No doubts, most students, parents and folks often contend that
unless a high school alumni preparing for (UTM) examination registers and
pursues programmes like MBBS, anatomy, physiology and a host of others in
science and basic medical/clinical sciences faculty, such secondary school
leaver will not make it in lie when he/she graduates with a degree outside the
course of study aforementioned.
Others enthusiastically maintain that they envisage their children
as future engineers, medical doctors, pharmacists, inter alia without even
assessing or scrutinizing their wards meticulously to know what innate talents
they are blessed with. Parents who don’t know the weaknesses, deficiencies, or
defects of their offspring’s in some of these disciplines often mislead their
children into forging ahead and pressing hard for courses they would not have
the capacity to study in the university. The consequences of this is evident in
the throngs of students who register and sit for PUTME (Aptitude test) every
year only to discover that their names are not included in the admission list.
Sadly in some cases, this happens to be their 3rd of 4th
sitting for the exam. At this point, we cannot shy away from the fact that age
is a factor (mostly among females) whose biological clock is ticking faster
than the speed of light, as they begin to barge into cyber café trying to
purchase another JAMB (UME) form. Most of them shy away from studying
Agriculture because of “Agrophobia”, but in strictu sensu,
most of these young people can farm very well.
More so, another scenario here is where a student who could not
meet the admission requirements for any of his proposed course of study,
reluctantly applies for supplementary admission, due to his/her persistent and
burning desire to be in the University that year, or probably due to countless
years of sitting for JAMB UTME and PUTME (aptitude test), as fate may have it,
or permit me to say by the able and benevolent arrangement and favour of the
“gods of admission” if at all such exists, he/she finds his/her way into the
prestigious Faculty of Agriculture, the student manages to forge ahead with the
intent of switching (inter-faculty change) to what may labeled “better
programme, professional course or proficient discipline” etc after the
student’s first year.