A poem for the launch of the One Tribe Coffee at Motiv in Kampala, led by the Coffee Queen, and life Enthusiast Gail Mawocha. Dedicated to Gail and her team and the Book Enthusiasts of Kampala, who reinforce, at every meeting, that we are really all One Tribe.

One Coffee Tribe

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Coffee cup, steaming hot, in quiet early morning,

Dawning, yawning, brewing.

A sip, a sigh, coffee gets me by,

Far from my native tribe.

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Slow, morning minutes drip, savoring scents,

Memories, moments, coffee gets me by,

When I’m wondering if any tribe

Will ever claim me.

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A weekend morning, breathing, grinding beans,

Sense of green leaves, white flowers, sun,

Sweet, red beans, get me by,

When my tribe is only one.

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Table full of half-filled cups, laughing eyes

Lifted up, Arabica, Robusta vibe,

Reading in the coffee grinds

We are One Tribe.

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April 2023 – For Gail and One Tribe