Anonymous, poppy farmer, Kandahar, 1335LOCAL TIME (0905GMT)
I'm preparing the ground for poppies, it's the season for them now. I cannot find anything else to grow. I have seven children, five sons and two daughters and nothing else will earn me enough money to put clothes on their backs and food in their mouths.
I've been a poppy farmer for as long as I can remember, from when I was a child, stretching right back from the days of the Zahir Shah kingdom, before the invasion of the Russians. In those days we used to grow only a small amount.
After the Russians came, we started to grow more. Too many people got involved in the poppy growing business in those days.
Later on, during the Taleban, we cultivated for around two to three years, then they imposed a ban on us and because we were afraid of them, we stopped doing it.
Even though the current government also has a ban right now, the farmers are looking at each other and seeing that everyone is still doing it and we just copy each other.
Although the government regularly announces a ban on what we're doing, the people don't care about that, we don't listen to them.
I have children, I was jobless, I didn't have any money to start a business, there are no factories, no companies to work for. The government has no employment programmes, I had no option but to return to poppy cultivation.
I feel guilty, but there is no other way.
A range of different people come and buy our crops from us, they ask us where the big amount and quantities are and we sell, but we don't know where they take it. Whether they are smugglers, or who they are.