When I wake up in the morning, I have mucinous shmutz in the corners of my eyes and hair that could easily rival Tina Turner’s inside the Thunderdome. (Trust me, I could totally take her.) Needless to say, I can barely tolerate myself before I’ve had my first cup of coffee in the morning, much less be bothered to tolerate anyone else. This explains why I find it doubly surprising that the people over at Mirembe Kawomera Cooperative in Uganda have managed look beyond their eye shmutz and even beyond their Muslim, Jewish, and Christian lines of separation to run a successful coffee business together. And all to bring the world coffee that tastes that much sweeter because it represents peace, tolerance and economic justice.
Now I admit…I’ve become a lot less of an idealist since I started residency in a large city where people shoot the pulp out of each other over as little as pocket change or a dirty look. But this has a high Pay It Forward Index and a great Feel Good Potential, both of which appeal to the shrinking idealist inside me. Now, if they threw an Athiest in there and the whole thing didn’t come unhinged, then I might just turn into a weepy mess over the beauty of it all. But until then, I’ll enjoy their coffee, as it does, in whatever small way, make me feel like I’m contributing to their idea of Delicious Peace. I like it. (I also like their slogan: It’s not just a cup, but a just cup.) And the coffee’s pretty good as well! Go check them out. Drink in the delicious peace!
Careful though…if you drink TOO much, we may cause world-wide mania secondary to over-caffienation. And judging by what happens around the office when there’s coffee-induced mania… that might not be the best way to achieve world peace!
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Now, that sounds like a win-win-win situation... I get a good cup of coffee while making this world a better place by eliminating my morning grogginess AND supporting an unlikely union of religions to work together in piece.
I am all for world piece, but my hesitation only comes from the fact that I am a coffee snob... and by snob i mean that the best cup of coffee i've tried was in one of the hotels in Berlin... and I've seriously considered writing to them to see if they'll send their brand of coffee to me here in San Francisco.
And yet, what makes the idea of this particular coffee from Uganda even more delicious is that it's like a ray of light in a dark tunnel... and example of what it could be like, if we stopped hating each other.
Amen...
Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee is the best! Starbucks, I fart in your general direction!
dochechka - Namaste.
mr. poopie - I fart with you (not at you).
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