Under the din of traffic from the highway bridge that cuts over his fields, Bala Haruna inspects corn, cassava and okra on his family farm.
A pump pulls up water from a nearby stream and is diverted through trenches dug through cropland wedged between four-lane roads – fields which were here long before the nearby hotel, the imposing national mosque or any of the high-rises that make up downtown Abuja were even dreamed up.
