Jimma: Jimmitti - The coffee Queen ' Gennuu - Giiftii '

LET'S CELEBRATE JIMMA, LET 'S CELEBRATE JIMMITTI ,

the COFFEE QUEEN 'GENNUU', GIIFTII'

In a process we call today the ceremony-  a distinct coffee culture-  dignified with harmony there is  wisdom...that connection...communication ..competition  that is so fierce ; that is  funny there is money.....clean ,unclean and phony BUT, who are the initial discoverors... the inventors.. early drinkers ??? THERE WERE Behind the glomour of things  there were natural scientists;  and home-made 'Chemist" 'industrialists' there were celebrities not 'clapped for' behind the market chain-Internationale and the changing climate ....finale   phony there are millions in despair, and thousands in agony

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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

Standing on old way with novel wedge

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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SHE
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 good 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

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LETS’ CELEBRATE

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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, sagnii mootii – 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

kata muddagee- 
climbing a gentle slope …
a small and 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 …..then to 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 became 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 life mate

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,

She now sees …….

Just as the past, just as the last,  and in the  beginning for life …
in the day time/morning/dawn/ in sunrise  ------space-time

with coffee potion/tincture filled  cup..... going  to bed .... 
tributed /for the wise 

Free!      What is on mind

at the exact coffee time-

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

The faceless Geek! Kaldi

it is Jimma-no impasse or predicament

Be it legend /or generic ---Or genetic as implanted life know -how

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 scrutiny of dissertation

Compelled with the excitement of his herd

Probably at the foothills   -  ‘kata’-‘ cocce’

Who went afar to  inspect….
break down, 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 …  more 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…

took  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

Isn’t what he did  historic?

Notwithstanding the philosophers of the Greek

The scientists of the era…… of ancient times-
whom we have their names on our lips

Is not he equally brave, for saving his encouters?

coming up with a product long living above his grave

his accounting of the environment, ----courage and  eager to know/ zealous  for knowledge

learning& sharing; ---as we do now … with a little sip every morning

initially  as a potion …..

As elixir

later on nipping or  mixing the roasted beans with butter and spices……supping …….
with a mouthful of the thing……….in a form of ‘buna qalaa’

the first energy drink, energy food    -----to re load ;   
to re code

just as the coffee drink,and its bliss

to overcome, the dizziness…. the vertigo….light headedness

to awake us ,inspire, excite us

motivate, stir and provoke 
to work a little longer before sleep

what else except thee...

arousing and uplifting  bait ……..
for a visiting honoured guest –
a lure to re load   ,

an elixir pour  to re-code

Stimulate, stir and bait,and commute for the traveler on voyage

to be alert be vigilant, and watchful, 
incitement to enflame for the fighters in killing rage

Provoke …to provoke………

With 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 –'Aaddee giiftii'

'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  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