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Let's Celebrate Jimma;
Let's Celebrate Jimmitti,
the Coffee Queen " GENNUU,GIIFTII''
Oromtitti
''AADDEE" "GIIFTII"
the short- naked Nefertitti
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in day break after sleep
in daytime with every seep ,
in the feeling.....excitement
who do you remember the most
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| Portrait of Gennu |
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Kaldi--Jimma
Cocce-Gomma?
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when you are in the desire to satisfy your vertigo
where do you go?
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_______________________________________________________________________________ ....The contemporary praise of the probable first lady who made the coffee drink......starting coming from today 01/10/18
the COFFEE QUEEN 'GENNUU', GIIFTII'
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Let's celebrate Jimmitti
Let's celebrate Jimmitti
The coffee queen ”Gennu giiftii”-
”Aaddee...giiftii”
” sagnii mootii”, ”Oromtitti”,
.....the
short naked “Nefertitti”......
Kushitic
in humanity
….african in her entity
In blood, root, in
history
with beauty, power, and knowledge
Probing nature, searching the truth to innovate
desire to communicate
To
transform .To enlighten and inform,
Yearning to learn
Aspiring to know even more
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When ''Kaldi'- reached home-announcing his coming home…. with a
cool call—for helping hand in the tukul
-to unwrap that ‘the wonderful’
Then,
it was all about the kitchen job- pulping, drying,
roasting with a pip sound and grinding
Adding the powder to Boiling water and mixing-and boiling, ……..pouring
from the clay pot
Perhaps then, and/or probably in follow ups , most
certainly afterwards-
it was done by a gallant and principled noble lady
who I here call gennu, adde giftii –the lady of the community
oromtitti, sagnimootii – or/and kafitti, sagni mootii –
In a process we call today the ceremony-
a distinct coffee culture-
dignified with harmony
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As her alike- going against norms
foretold
to worship the only one god,
to move away on a new road .. afar, away from neighborhood
To SPROUT
as A NEW BUD
Running away on a thoroughfare ….,
to a one way .the right way….to own way
With Sagacity leading to a
boulevard–to discover, search the truth
With shrewdness to empower,to be
wise, cleverer, to uncover
What nature’s has kept aside in
her reserve?
in canopy, in the soil ,in
aquifers down-under
Revering her way of life,
venerating her ancestors- all the witty and the wise
As her Comparable with beauty, and intelligence, and power
With intrinsic burn for
knowledge
Inherently questioning,
analyzing and experimenting with rage
With strength stemming from bold
history…….innate love for nature, and sustenance of humanity,
And a strong concern for the
future
Probably, she believed in “kaldi-
story’- the shepherds’ account of events
Possibly that day, staying home perhaps
by luck,
May be, she was among those, receiving the
breaking news, when he came back,
With the red ripened beans from
the bush,
From Cocce- kata mudge- the rain
forests of the kush
In east African hinterland….
Reciting what he saw happened
The agitation of his herd ….his
burning desire to taste, his zeal for
Quest
Excitement,
His face displaying impatience …
no time to waste
No time to rest
And may be immediately
Undoubtedly, afterwards
She came forward, intuitive and
bold –on her new road, defying the “told”- defying the ‘old’
To accept the unknown, to broaden what is known….
to own … pleading her proposition to be
accepted
tested the beans…..that
restorative magic potion
she Did the undone,and blessed humanity
with bliss
Then ,
After each night, and deep sleep
In own room, across the street or in a shop
When asking for the ‘winning brew’, that restorative
elixir
What
do we feel? Whom do we aspire to cheer?
In craving for the black potion to surpass our vertigo
To let it go…
Where do we go?
To the kitchen, to make that magic in a pot, or
Walk to a usual spot, across the street…where we all meet, somewhere
quiet
where we all sit……..where we wait, where few wit , collude
to cheat…?In yearning for an uplift.
With patience…..in god spirit
However, in that moment in dilemma
In yearning for an uplift, invigorating aroma –
does it evoke the memory
of jimma????
In nostalgia of the cup – do you remember coocee…katamudagee,
or jimma
Reminiscent of the concoction, in account of the invention
Reminiscent of the blend—do you recall that kush legend
After each night, and deep sleep
Don’t we all have A long overdue promise to keep?
In the morning, At coffee time
In the afternoon, with every dime
In each drink, and every seep
Don’t we all have a promise to keep?
I think we do,
For the ethos
With a token recollection, with a mythos, trusteeship of
memory-FOR POSTERITY
I think we do, for the honor, principled integrity
In custody of the memory, in posterity
…..keeping alive the legend /myth
documenting the whole
truth……keeping alive what is whose.
Why not the usual acts for these types of occasion
up to the maximum of euphoria, jubilation in memory
celebration….in launching a foundation
initiating……a movement for the truth to prevail, keep history not to derail ,
and
for livelihoods not to fail
force all misnomer to lay bare
Name and shame the alternate fact…..manufactured self-interest….
unqualified,
For the ethical Intellectual uphold for the truth to prevail,
If blessed with wealth…
Please help…keep livelihoods not to fail
Patronage with real support
Sustain Value chain actors afloat
Keep all alive.
Farms to thrive.....
…….Coffee alive
by honoring the diverse humanity, creating opportunities for all ,not ceremonial, not regal
As divide and rule, the imperial
tool, is no more cool
Please value nature by sustaining its gifts to humanity
Never favour, the unlawful
,argue, debate ,fight for your fate
even against the majestic ,
kingly, and conglomerate
in agony, let not the felony
destroy your destiny
We owe them folks!!!to help them to help themselves
With a token of what we earned from the beans
Don’t we all have a promise to keep? ……….. Enable the facts speak
Account and convey legend ……. as we have heard
YES WE HAVE A PROMISE TO REJOICE WITH COMPLIMENT
TO MAKE HOMAGE WITH TRIBUTE……
To the puzzle, to the legend …
To the area where it happened
LETS’ CELEBRATE
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Jimma
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Based on a code, mystic doctrine-
full of magic
“They were because we were”
Every member with a motto
“I am because we are!”,
Being Partisan to own self, municipal-
the
oral-pal…..belonging to society
community....
Let’s imagine those days of the goat herder,
that youngster
“Kalid- the
inventor/innovator
Who discovered the magic of the stunted bush with red cherry
Who saw the excitement in his herd-after having a bite
at–chewing it by a little bit
He, who then collected some red cherries, and took back with
him
In reality not a day dream—to investigate with logic-to
unlock the bizzar magic
Took it home on a long path
may be holding it in a wrap
When he reached home-announcing his coming home…. with a
cool call—for helping hand in the tukul
-to unwrap that ‘the wonderful’
Then,
it was all about the kitchen job- pulping, drying,
roasting with a pip sound and grinding
Adding the powder to Boiling water and mixing-and boiling, ……..pouring
from the clay pot
Perhaps then, and/or probably in follow ups , most
certainly afterwards-
it was done by a gallant and principled noble lady
who I here call gennu, adde giftii –the lady of the community
oromtitti, sagnimootii – or/and kafitti, sagni mootii –
In a process we call today the ceremony-
a distinct coffee culture-
dignified with harmony
She, doughtily
She, probably was the first one, the pioneer, the forerunner
perhaps,the ....
Preparing that magic drink…the coherence synchronized life
blood of humanity-
the morning bliss....
The reloading,
the re-coding of past times, of what the future can bring …
of
what the future will bring.......
In the middle of Rainforest.. Hilly terrain and river
valleys here and there
With the fragrance and aroma
….at the certain sacred place of gomma,
A simple village, forested hills, here valleys are gashing
with streams
Kata mudhage…..
Open grassed dispersed trees……..
The Columbus monkey
jumping
Between the rocks,
………. running, civet cats ramming
big coffee bushes , dense and high …..
bending branches …
with dense leaves , a bunch of beans
trying to tell us ……. Something, …….to ask us why
katamuddagee- climbing a gentle slope …a small rocky hill
top—the exact spot claimed/mentioned
as the birth place of coffee Arabica- here in jimma, in
africa......
The Place -Kata Mudge
Kata is for the rocky
hills
Muddagee –is the mystery, may be the misnomer
A little change in the namer …' meedhugee'…. Please drink……
Cocce-is the nearby place …….a village..a rural town…country
road …
Branching to village tracks …..foot path…a route leading to
the place –long unknown, but to be known
……On track of fame
Kept for posterity until the day the time came …..
As it is now …..that the time has come
She spelled it out-with a morning shout—a subtle cry
Asking why?
The history is not narrated……. Her invention was kept in
dark ……(even by some,She was hated
That land-bearing the bones of her forfathers---Started to speak
To re-instate the truth. Unveiling facts
Reality and throw
out fakes
To inaugurate the first coffee users….those who become
coffee growers
launch a big name----big history…big community in unison….
Jimma
around the heart
of jimma-
with compassion and “hikma’
To serve ‘the
drink’-the beverage
Without rage
In her turn in space
& time
Celebrating coffee…the ‘winning mix
,the elixir’….Free drink , with no dime
with a concern -with
kindness with sympathy
To take it all with a whisper, storytelling and sharing
Calling neighbors, Waking up all in her house hold
To have coffee, for the reload
Calling out in loud voice with undertone / a murmur
for summons….. Invitation/incitement
With a common
catchphrase
Let’s Have coffee!
Let’s have Wisdom!!
Let’s Have compassion ……………..was the theme
unstaunching belief…..legendary scheme for so long
…sentiments of where we belong
still the theme……coffee anthem …the coffee song
Approaches of identity , community. one for all, all for one
Attitudes of intrinsic humanity –sharing your morning drink, first meal
with zeal ……..
“I am, because, we are!!!”
Revered product among
few
yes,It is a product—with benefits marketable ….worth selling.
But here, but then, it was a valued good and service-a
coffee ceremony bliss-
shared with buddy and Chum , acquaintance or stranger
so precious to equate –a price gate - a lifemate
gomma,Jimma ….Limmu gera ……
In the valleys, on hillsides and mountain top………..At Gibe,
Gera and Gumay
With a smile, so be it …she is a little shy for the excitement she now knows why,sees now
Just as the past, just as the last, and in the
beginning for life …inthe day time/morning/dawn/ in sunrise space-time-with
coffee potion/tincturefilled cup to bedistributed/for the wise
Free! What is on
mind at the exact coffee time-
Replaying the age old skills and knowledge of brewing coffee
Replaying the age old skills and knowledge of brewing coffee
Husking ; roasting the beans ……. within her
means
boiling; pouring ,she is, the mother of that
Green gold
For all the Young, the middle
aged and the old
it is Jimma-no impasse or
predicament
Be it legend /or generic
---implanted life know -how ,….genetic
Jimma area is what we believe is the
location that is authentic
as birth place of that
magic
by a goat herder scientist- a real geek!!!!
A faceless, address less botanist
Nameless!!!
A no body – at the times ; a mythos
in memory today , a saga, fairytale legend
the true blood of jimma
A goat herder… a highlander
With traditional knowledge and inherent comprehension; analysis
and scruitinyof dissertation
Compelled with the excitement of his herd
Probably
at the foothills - kata cocce
Who went afar to inspect….breakdown,investigate
the why and how? Came about the excitement
today
when and ,where it so happened………… itself became a magic , fairy-tale….like a dream so
mystic
charming, just as the
age old drink
--------------with morning seep
following in their footsteps, his forefathers ingenuity.attentiveness
he saw the goats eating,
garbaging from a stunted bush
with red cherries …. from branches
out of his curiosity, collected
some…
take it back home
narrated what had so happened, and consulted with the elders
……in due time… the unknown natures gift; just came to
limelight
He, somebody…most probably, a female, whose, it was a gender
role ;Crushed, Roasted , boiled and tasted and saw
What a magic the beans were.
But, kaldi is still
A goat herder
Inherent investigator
YES he was kushitic
That faceless geek
In encountering this epic
With analysis so classic searching for truth…not alchemy …. A real science
…at the time seeming magic
Looking into the environment-identifying the problem, and
laying out the postulates and testing them with methodology
so simple, and so complicated and grand ;
scientific…………..
And coming up with a drink which is still so classic
And coming up with a drink which is still so classic
A sweet present
A commitment…
doesn’t it deserve a compliment?
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LET’S CELEBRATE JIMMA
IN PRAISE /REMINISCENT OF THE AROMA
Let’s us celebrate Jimmitti
The coffee queen –Aaddeegiiftii
'sagni mootii', 'oromtitti',
-the short naked “nefertitti”
Kushitic
in humanity
….african in
her entity
‘Geennuu’, ‘giiftii ‘-the noble lady with dignity,
the symbol of fertility
she was …………As her today’s
progenies,exalted and dignified
living her life; probably as
a house wife,
in her locals all of her life…
whose progenies have been
living , and still still active in
the area
Her descendants’……
have seen it all.
Sometimes as a citizen, and other times as a subject, females
as house maid or a slave girl
Her heritage of Life long norms, deeds and thoughts
Filled with a sense of community;
intellect wisdom, empathy
With partisan Cultural knowledge; complete with self-esteem, self-consciousness, and
pride
DEEP AND WIDE
realization of rights for own self and others; learning and
sharing from elders
conflict resolution
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