Rwanda: Part I
I don’t remember the year, but I remember hearing about, Hotel Rwanda, a movie starring Don Cheadle. The movie was an account of the genocide that occurred in the the country of Rwanda between the Hutu and Tutsi people. I didn’t know why but I was struck by the movie after hearing about the subject matter. I watched it unprepared for what happened next. I started to cry and was visibly shaken halfway through it. My body had a very strong emotional reaction that was uncharacteristic, and one that I didn’t understand. Years later, my journey in life and love of coffee would answer that burning question. Coffee from Rwanda, often referred to as The Land of a Thousand Hills, would connect my mind, body, spirit, and palette. It would make the language of soul and ancestry clear and able to be spoken to descendants and held by the land’s yield, coffee.
Grandma made coffee a staple in my mind. Stories from my grandparents, both sets, made me curious about who I was, my lineage, my ancestry. By the time I got to college, I was fascinated with other cultures and their customs. The more knowledge I obtained, the more I wanted to know about my own culture and customs. I wanted to know who I descended from, my ancestors. Unable to shake the need to know, I engaged in the process of DNA testing. Weeks later, my mind would be blown.
I checked my mailbox religiously daily waiting for my results to arrive. I was anxious to see my results. They were going to provide a profile of who my ancestors likely were, and currently, what global population mirrored my DNA profile. I was shocked to learn that Rwanda, The Land of a Thousand Hills, housed the people who most closely mirrored my DNA profile. I didn’t know how to feel, but it felt right. I felt a since of reconciliation, a mental homecoming of sorts. For me, this explained so much of my life. Most importantly, it explained my love and appreciation for great coffee.
Yours in coffee,
The Mocha god