THE THREE GREAT IDEAS OF YACOUBA SAWADOGO

“My father is buried here,”

Sawadogo says, a hatchet slung

over his shoulder, sitting among

his cows, guinea fowl, goats,

beneath acacia and zizyphus trees

in Burkino Faso, western Sahel.

Unlike others, he could not

abandon his farm. “My father

is buried here,” he says.

He cannot read or write

but fancies himself an innovator.

In the face of years

of hotter, drier days, he

“revived a technique local farmers

had used for centuries,” digging

shallow pits—zai—to concentrate

what rain fell: his first

idea an act of remembering.

Yacouba Sawadogo’s second idea was

tossing manure into the zai.

Neighbors mocked him—he was

wasteful, they said—but millet

and sorghum grew in greater

abundance, saplings sprouting from seeds

in his animals’ shit. Letting

the trees alone, not uprooting

them, was his third idea.

As they grew, so did

crop yields. Trees buffered wind,

kept seeds from blowing away,

anchored soil, shaded the young

millet and sorghum, the livestock,

the people. Fallen leaves provided

fodder for cows and goats,

mulch. The trees provided medicines,

firewood (enough, eventually, to sell).

“Since I began this technique

of rehabilitating degraded soil, my

family has enjoyed food security

in good years and bad,”

boasts Sawadogo, scratching his beard.

His ideas have spread across

Burkino Faso, Niger, Mali—now

the greening of the Sahel

is visible from outer space.

Says Sawadogo, “I’ve used my

motorbike to visit about a

hundred villages, and others have

come to visit me

and learn. I must say, I’m

very proud these ideas are

spreading.” Such farming is free,

and “the more trees you

have, the more you get.”

Says Oumar Guindo, a Malian

farmer, “before, this field couldn’t

fill even one granary. Now

it can fill one granary

and a half.” Says another,

“before, most families had only

one granary each. Now they

have three or four, though

their land has not increased.”

In Niger alone, 200 million

new trees, 12.5 million acres

rehabilitated. Water tables have risen

5-17 meters. “My conviction,”

Says Sawadogo, “is that trees

are like lungs. If we

do not protect them, increase

their numbers, it will be

the end of the world.”