Twice in the last 24 hours I have had friends ask me “why Burundi?” It wasn’t the sort of “why?” that we get from scared relatives or rural-Africa-phobic types. It’s a deep question rooted in an intrinsic desire to understand this whole Long Miles Coffee Project thing. This post is my way of facing …
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It’s coming…
I should add that I know the fear is coming, cue “dun-dunt dun-dunt dun-dunt” a-la Jaws. I can smell it, it’s not far off. When it does come, I really hope I can feel the fear and do it anyway, and not panic in the water while getting eaten alive. This morning I feel like …
A Dirty Bed Does It.
Risk has a way of breathing life into everything. When I woke up in the hills of Burundi, on a bed that was so dirty I could only manage to sleep on top of it, and pillow-less to boot, I knew my future was there. That was the moment, my moment, and it snuck up on me like the gentle shift of a wind on our beach at home.
The Odds
Sometimes, right in the middle of the battle, we forget what we are fighting for and the odds look really bleak. Today I forgot why we are moving to middle-of-nowhere Africa where the roads are dirt and there is no cocoa powder. Staying home in warm sunny comfortable South Africa felt much safer… until I …