
The people who pitch the tent
Boma is run by six of us out of a farmhouse kitchen in the Okhahlamba district. We are two farmers, an extension officer, a seed custodian, a rangeland ecologist and one very patient bookkeeper. There is no communications department and there never will be. We started in 2019 because the food conferences we kept being invited to happened in Sandton, in air-conditioning, three hundred kilometres from anyone with soil under their nails. So we moved the argument onto a farm and let the farm set the agenda. The tent, the long tables and the fire are ours. The programme belongs to whoever turns up with something worth saying, which is why we cap the room at 140 people and read every application by hand.



















