People who know me personally know I hate drinking coffee. I’ve tried to drink it many times but never did I enjoy drinking it. I find the taste unpleasant as I prefer drinking sweeter drinks such as tea. I am an Eritrean Muslim who lives in Belgium and coffee is a great heritage from Eritrea and Ethiopia. My parents love to drink the traditional made coffee (Eritrean fonetic transcription: boen) but I’ve never enjoyed drinking it. Believe me I’ve tried, but somehow I kept refusing it whenever my mom offered me her home made boen.
January 2014, my nephews who live in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, made a visual video under the name ‘Mom’s Coffee’ by ‘The Flying Camel Productions’. It’s a story of how Eritreans all over the world have held their coffee dear. I find the poetry to be extremely touching and emotional. It’s amazing how things as small as coffee beans can have such a significant meaning. I’ve read the comments on the video and I was completely overwhelmed. Eritreans all over the world loved the clip and poetry and had an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia. To our home.
Meanwhile I’ve seen the video many times and yet I keep getting surprised every single time. I learn new things as I try to understand the depth of the Arabic poetry and its meaning in my own personal life. It’s truly amazing and I hope you all can get a glimpse of its beauty.
I hope that one day I can start drinking my mom’s coffee and even though I hate it, it’s still worth the love.
(Tip: don’t forget to turn the subtitles on)