That night, Nadia mixed her first batch in a rusted wheelbarrow. Her goats sniffed. They ate. They lived . Nadia’s goats didn’t win the county fair. But they didn’t die. She saved $400 in feed costs—enough to repair her well. She taught 12 other women the free formulation method. One of them, a widow named Grace, started selling surplus "village blend" to a small school, creating a micro-business from thin air.

Then, a young agricultural extension officer named appeared on a motorbike, his backpack stuffed with pamphlets and a battered laptop. He didn’t sell anything. He didn’t push a brand.

"Don’t tell me what you can’t buy," Elijah said. "Tell me what you have ."