My travel to Thailand continue to be a journey of a lifetime, discoveries and one that will never be forgotten. 2 weeks ago I was a village boy who had never been out of my country, the great travel I had ever done was from my village to Nairobi. Now, I find myself in the land of smiles as everyone calls it.
Was thinking this morning as I passed through Starbucks coffee shop, all those people seated enjoying their iced moccha, or cappuccino or latte if they have ever seen coffee in their life. Was thinking of all those people in my village who work tirelessly in their coffee plantatations, never feel the rains as they pick their coffee and at the end who fetch very little that they cannot even afford to sit in a nice restaurant to have coffee forget about Starbucks etc.
Coming to the point of my story, when we had coffee in the family and we worked like hell, without even stopping for lunch, after which we carried everything on the back to the factory where the processing began. These coffee beans I carried on my back maybe ended in one of these high fashion shops who would tell farmers in my village, I will though bring with me some pictures of their sweat.
To cut a long story short I have a picture here from my village where you can see some coffee plantations. Watch this blog because I promise to bring to you live stories and presentations from my village featuring how life goes on and on. The only brew people can think of is the tea which can be more affordable than coffee.
While you enjoy your cappuccino at Starbucks or coffee beans or coffee world just think a second of a lifestory of mr.coffee.
1 comment:
Every time I go to a coffee shop I think about my beloved country and the people and proudly say to my friends 'the best tea and coffee is from Kenya'
Thanks for the post, made me realise the effort that goes for my cup of coffee.
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