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Coffee Ceremony

April 26, 2021 by Jennifer Hayward Leave a Comment

by Alegnta Mezmur

It all began with a single cup. Born and raised in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, I had the Ethiopian Coffee Ceremony bestowed upon me at birth. Not only on me but the whole country. It is a cultural ritual that is passed down from generation to generation and from household to household. It symbolizes unity, hospitality, and spiritual blessings. It is considered one of the most important social gatherings. When you are invited to someone’s home as a guest, right after they provide you with a meal, the coffee ceremony will proceed as you converse with your host and other guests. It is a sign of respect and hospitality to offer coffee or tea to your guest after a meal or on any type of occasion. There is a saying in Amharic (Ethiopia’s official language) that if you don’t, your ancestors will be rolling their eyes from their deathbeds.

It is quite a lengthy process as we observe raw, unwashed coffee beans being processed into finished cups of coffee. However, time is a blur when it comes to the ceremony because it sparks such good conversation that you don’t even realize that two, three, or maybe even four hours have passed. It unites the community as one as the conversations vary in their topics. Some gossip about their day-to-day shenanigans and some sit down and talk about politics, old stories, and so much more. The art and value behind the making of coffee hold a special place in my heart and in that of many others. The ceremony usually takes place three times each day (once in the morning, once at noon, and once in the evening). However, they are the short versions of the ceremony as it depends on the household. When it comes to special occasions such as holidays, the ceremony is emphasized and takes a bigger form.

It begins with the preparation of the room. Throughout the room, fresh grass and flowers are spread, incense such as frankincense and sandalwood are burned. The whole room is fogged up with its aroma and coffee trays with small traditional cups are set up along with snacks such as popcorn and kolo (roasted grain mix).

Now,  raw coffee beans are washed and placed on a wok-like pan over hot coals. The host stirs and shakes the pan, so the debris and husk are out of the beans and through that process, the coffee slowly roasts and fills the room with its powerful aroma.

 Once it is roasted, the host will walk around the room and stop at each guest, holding the pan in front of their nose while shaking it. The host first goes to the eldest in the room and then descends as a sign of respect and in response, the guest blesses the host or whoever is going around the room. The guests get to smell the beans and get swept off of their feet with its strong aroma. 

Lemlem Berhe roasted green coffee beans in a skillet before grinding them for the coffee. Seyoum Berhe and his wife Lemlem hosted a group of friends for traditional Ethiopian coffee at their Richmond home on Sunday, 2/17/19. Pat Jarrett/Virginia Humanities

After the guests are done the beans are ground with a pestle and mortar then added to the Jebena (round-bottomed, black clay coffee pot) with water and are placed on the hot coals. Once the coffee is brewed, the host carefully pours it into the small cups and fills it up until the cup is full.

Although I am not able to partake in the whole process of the Ethiopian Coffee ceremony, I attempt to bring parts of it to the College of Wooster. The process of making it makes me feel as if I am home, so I partake in it at least twice a week. 

Filed Under: The Contact Zone Tagged With: bringing readers into the scene, contact zone, cultural contact zones

Journal Entries from Australia

April 25, 2021 by Jennifer Hayward Leave a Comment

By Gabriele Gajdos


The number of places I have slept, on this trip:

  1. Bere One- Momi Bay, Fiji
  2. A cot in a tent (on the beach)- Somosomo, Fiji
  3. Bure Nine- Momi Bay, Fiji
  4. Lawaki Beach House, Fiji
  5. Club Oceanus Resort- Pacific Harbour, Fiji
  6. Capricorn Apartment Hotel- Suva, Fiji
  7. Bure Five- Momi Bay, Fiji
  8. Family Stay- Nausori, Fiji
  9. Bure 12, Momi Bay, Fiji
  10. Vaturu Dam, Fiji
  11. Bure Six- Momi Bay, Fiji
  12. YHA International Auckland, New Zealand
  13. Kerikeri Holiday Park, New Zealand
  1. YHA International Auckland, New Zealand
  2. Base Backpackers Rotorua, New Zealand
  3. YHA International Auckland, New Zealand
  4. YHA- Alice Springs, Australia
  5. Ayers Rock- Outback Pioneer Lodge- Yulara, Australia
  6. Kings Canyon Campground- Australia
  7. YHA- Alice Springs, Australia 
  8. YHA- Cairns, Australia
  9. Cape Trib Beach House- Cape Tribulation, Australia
  10. Flashpackers Noosa- Sunshine Beach, Australia 
  11. BIG4 Caloundra Holiday Park, Australia 

Waking up in a new place becomes easy after traveling so much; I was ten weeks into this trip. Blankets were a luxury at this point. I could not imagine being back in my bed at home. On November 18th, 2019, I woke up at a hostel-based campsite in the middle of the Daintree Rainforest, the oldest rainforest in the world. Our bungalow was 20 meters from the crocodile-infested Pacific Ocean. It was a wet heat that took over the forest—the exact opposite of desert-based central Australia. 

The room had three twin-sized beds, pushed up against any wall possible. There were sheets and comforters, air conditioning, and black-out curtains. I was very well rested, yet I was anxious about oversleeping. That morning, my cohort had to wake up at seven to plant trees with the Rainforest Trust. I remember walking up the concrete hill to the communal kitchen. My go-to breakfast at this point was a bland cereal and fruit. I was craving comfort; I was craving home. I was falling back into some old habits. I was reading and journaling, even playing on my phone instead of getting out and exploring a new environment. I stopped trying to push myself out of my comfort zone. I was exhausted. I was thinking more of my personal goals and future and less of where I was in the moment. I was eating breakfast in an outdoor pavilion style kitchen and there were signs posted everywhere, warning the guests about cassowaries. Cassowaries, the closest animal still alive to the dinosaurs, are a type of bird that can be up to 5 feet tall and can be very dangerous when provoked. Despite being in the rainforest and being surrounded by wildlife, I did not see a cassowary. 

***

I was ready to plant trees; we rode in our two vans to this tucked-away spot down the road. Eventually, we would walk this route. We approached this nice, older man who went by the name Golli, he went by Golli based on the name Golliwog. He was tan and had dark dreads that went past his waist, he was in charge of running man running the base house for the Rainforest Fund and taught my group about different jungle plants and fruits. He considered himself a pirate, or maybe he cosplayed as a pirate. I am still not quite sure. During our tree walk, we tried fruits right off these tall branches surrounding the property. The fruits tasted as if they had artificial flavoring. We ate “ice cream” beans, which had a weird banana taste but the texture of a stale cotton ball, and saw a nursery of baby plants that he had started. My group learned that the Daintree Rainforest is 150 million years old, impossible to imagine (the Amazon is supposedly only 60 million years old). He explained how we would go into the rainforest and collect nuts and seeds to be planted later.

  • Photo taken by my friend Katerina, on November 18th, 2019. At the Rainforest Trust in the Daintree Rainforest.
  • Taken by Katerina, November 18th, 2019. At the Rainforest Trust, in the Daintree Rainforest.

***

During this first day, we hiked around the forest. There was no sky, just a canopy of green. It was extremely warm here, and I struggled to keep up. Looking back, I can only remember seeing the ground. 

The second day, we met up with Golli and took our van to this random part of the forest. Finally, I thought, tree planting time. First, Golli wanted to introduce us to a friend of his, Tony. Tony’s house was down this huge slope; walking down with an ankle injury was interesting, but I survived. Tony approached out of this house with a huge deck and patio, in the middle of the jungle. The windows had a lot of Batman related stickers. He gathered us into a crowd and gave us a safety briefing; he inquired if any of us had ever had a rabies shot. If not, he warned us that we should be careful and not pet the bats. At this point I was extremely excited but also petrified. In American culture we treat bats as rodents, filthy and full of diseases.

***

 “You guys ready to see my children?”
    At this moment, I was incredibly thrown off. I was ready to plant trees and help the rainforest; I was selfish and wanted to get some good resume builders. Instead, I walked into this fenced-in patio and was greeted with over a dozen speckled flying foxes. This was a completely unique experience, who can say that they interacted, super up close and personal, with bats? Tony volunteered at this bat habitation center, for the bats that were injured could never fly again but were still alive, injured bats are very common in Australia. Farmers put up barbed wires that are often not visible to the animal but bats are not filthy animals, they are essential for the ecosystem because they are a keystone species; they are pollinators and keep the insect population checked, it’s unfortunate that they have such a bad reputation. 

Taken by my friend Katerina, on November 18th, 2019 at the Daintree Rainforest.

They hung from their feet, and their wings stayed closed. A lot of them made cute baby noises, and sounded very squeaky. The bats would climb all over Tony; we were advised to be careful, but we did pet them. I risked that danger, I felt not afraid anymore, and in love with these creatures. The bats clung to our shirts and hats, and were incredibly playful. I connected with Tony,  it made sense to protect these animals and give them the best life possible. Maybe I did not need volunteer work, but instead, this experience: learning and immersing myself in the small activities that bring joy.Not everything has to be about my future. 

  • Taken by my friend Katerina, on November 18th, 2019.
  • Taken by my friend Katerina, of our friend Devin playing with the bats. Taken on November 18th, 2019 at the Daintree Rainforest.
  • Photo by my friend Katerina, at the Daintree Rainforest, on November 18th, 2019

Filed Under: The Contact Zone Tagged With: inner/outer journey, nature/culture, telling travels

Travel from Ethiopia to USA

April 23, 2021 by Jennifer Hayward Leave a Comment

By Naol Hulufe

While inner journey can be defined in many different ways, I personally define it as self-understanding through different lenses. Born and raised in Ethiopia and moving to the United States at the age of 11 gave me a more detailed understanding of myself. Having the privilege of traveling from one country to another has truly helped me explore my inner journey in depth. Being able to travel between these two countries has provided me with the ability to learn new languages, experience different cultures, and meet people from different backgrounds, which have played a huge role in this extraordinary self-discovery. 

All these changes began on December 2nd, 2011, when the plane took off from Ethiopia, the only place I had ever known. For 11 years, Ethiopia provided me with my first identity, first language, and my first everything. It was a place that I never thought of leaving because it is my home where my family, friends, and childhood memories reside. A place I first learned to walk and talk. 

The moment the Ethiopian Airlines plane took off, everything I knew until this point changed. I was terrified to face this new journey because I did not  want to leave my family and friends behind. However, I had the feeling this new chapter has so much to offer and I had dreamed of traveling to the United States of America, land of the free and home of the brave, for years. Before leaving my birthplace, I took one last look at Ethiopia through the plane’s window, which only gave me a narrowed view of the airport. Looking out through that small window, I noticed that the sky was full of light and dark clouds just like the feelings in my heart. The sky showed the abstract feelings I had that day. My childhood memories were flashing through my mind and my eyes were full of tears ready to drop just like the clouds were full of rain. My feelings were everywhere. 

 On the day of my departure, I found myself crying nonstop for 20 minutes, because I did not want to leave my friends and family and  flip to the next chapter in my life. I remember hanging on my grandmother’s legs before I was forced to get in the car to hit the road. I cried so much that I forgot to say goodbye to some of my relatives. I was truly sad to let go of everything I had known my entire childhood. My friends cried as much as I did and they were saying, “Don’t forget about us!” which made me cry even more. My grandmother, on the other hand, was saying, “Go explore what God has given you, and hopefully, God willing, we will see each other.” With my eyes full of tears and my heart full of sorrow, I got in the car and headed to the airport. When I got to the airport, the planes were boarding,  ready to hit the sky and face the storm that was ahead, just like I was ready to gather all my feelings together and take on the new journey. 

Naol's Image
Taken on December 3, 2011 by: Naol Hulufe

Through this 48 hour journey, I  understood my  life and the life I hoped to live. I reflected on my childhood life and realized how most kids never get such an opportunity to travel to a place that offers so much more. It gave me the meaning of travel, and  provided me with a clear understanding of my privileges. Even though I was born and raised in a place with fewer opportunities, my life took a different direction the day I boarded the Ethiopian Airlines plane and landed in Washington D.C.  

On December 3rd of 2011, after 48 hours of flying, the plane that took off from my birthplace lands in a place whose possibilities I have yet to explore. A world that everyone dreams of coming to. A world that is seen by the other world as the land of opportunities, especially for those who are driven to change their life, the life of their families, and for those who are committed to change the world for the better. 

Arriving at night and looking out of the plane, I see the beauty of my new city. With my phone’s camera, I try to capture the beauty that I witness with my naked eyes, but only succeed in capturing the unfocused lights of the city. That light extends for miles, and I see the beauty of the city stretching far into the distance. Just by looking at those lights, I am convinced that my life will be better and my future is full of brightness. 

Naol's Image
Taken on December 4, 2011 by: Naol Hulufe

Filed Under: Redefining Travel Writing, The Contact Zone Tagged With: cultural contact, inner/outer journey, place & inclusivity

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