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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

Ocean City

April 23, 2021 by Jennifer Hayward Leave a Comment

By Liam Walker


My trip to Ocean City, New Jersey is one I will always remember. I felt so out of place, but also like I belonged there. It was, and still is, one of the weirdest feelings I have ever experienced.   

Someone shook me awake, and I managed to read the clock on the wall.    

3:45 am.  

Disgusting.  

Absolute mayhem engulfed the house as we all wrangled our suitcases and pillows to fill the van before we got out on the road. Jake’s mom made a point that she will absolutely leave us if we were not in the car by 4 am. When it comes to punctuality, Dawn does not mess around.  

With Jake’s mom in the driver’s seat, his two brothers passed out in the second row, and Jake and I smushed in the third row of the Honda Odyssey, we set out to beautiful New Jersey. I had never been on a trip without my family, so I could barely wait to go to the ocean and visit a real-life boardwalk. The trip, in total, was around eight hours, but thankfully we were asleep for about five of them.   

The whole car ride felt like a fever dream. Dawn stopped at least 6 times for bathroom breaks, and every groan we made was followed by a rant about how having children messes with your bladder. Jake and I cannot hear this spiel again, so we put our headphones back in and try to fall back asleep.  

We arrived at his aunt and uncle’s house, and it was gorgeous. I never knew what a 1.5-million-dollar house would look like, let alone what it would feel like to live in one for two months.  

Coming from a single-parent household, they had things that I never imagined people would need. An outdoor shower for when you get back from the beach, which I may add was a 4-minute bike ride from their house. And a garage full of beach bikes, kayaks, innertubes, jet skis, and a dock in the backyard that was connected to the marina. I would have been content with living there for the rest of my life, but it was time for Jake to show me what we really came here for: the boardwalk.  

Originating from a small town in Ohio, I found the diversity of food and people that occupied this boardwalk almost overwhelming. After the initial shock from the sheer beauty of my surroundings passed, I decided it was time to take it all in. Never had I seen a place with a pizza shop every ten steps, hundreds of gift shops, and people genuinely enjoying themselves with no consequences. My unrequited nostalgia was interrupted by a high-pitched scream. A little girl was sharing her ice cream with the friendly seagull that swan dived onto her head. Or at least, that’s what her parents were trying to tell her. It took every muscle in my body to keep me from smiling, but I looked over at Jake and his brothers and they were already cackling. I had to give in and join in on the fun.   

Did people actually live here?   

***

It was a magical place where anything was allowed. Bikers and pedestrians shared the boardwalk simultaneously in perfect harmony while, back home, if you don’t get hit by a car, you’d chalk it up as a good day. In a place so foreign to me, I felt truly at home and accepted by those around me. No one person could be singled out as weird or out of place. Even the performers at The Freak Show were celebrated for being themselves. Complete strangers would give nods of approval and the occasional whistle with a “good job.” It was absolutely amazing to see such pure balance. 

Ocean City Boardwalk at busy night hours with the Ferris wheel lit up

Throughout my time in Ocean City, I realized that I wanted to live like everyone on that boardwalk. Happy and unapologetic. And to live like this, you have to be stable within yourself and have the means to back it up. I had been surrounded by people with financial distress all my life, and it made them miserable. That trip was the final push for me to apply to college. And I am so happy that I did. I needed that change of perspective to see that life is what you make of it.  

Life does not run you.  

You are in control of your own happiness. 

Filed Under: Humor Tagged With: cultural contact zones, humor, inner/outer journey

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