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Zimbabwean Coffee from MamaAfrika.com

Coffee - with milk and sugar of course.
Twitter has a lot of faults, but these are far outweighed by the benefits that it can bring. These benefits can come in the form of cheap advertising for a small business, promoting your various philanthropic projects and getting things for free when they are offered.

I've followed a small business called Mama Afrika for a few months now. The enterprise is based in USA and working to raise the profile of fair trade alternatives and make money for a variety of causes in Africa. So, when Mama said, 'do any of my followers have a question for me?' I was always going to respond with, 'yes, do you ever give samples of your coffee to your followers?'

Luckily for me, the answer came back in the affirmative and two weeks later a package containing both Zimbabwean AA and Kenyan coffee arrived in a parcel from the USA.

On the night of the package's arrival I opened the bag of Zimbabwean coffee beans and, due to a lack of a proper grinder, proceeded to grind a portion of the beans, by hand, using a pestle and mortar.

The next day, I brewed the coffee and experienced a coffee the depth of which you simply cannot purchase in a supermarket. The most instantly noticeable feature was a slightly darker colour to the coffee coupled with a more earthy taste - a far cry from the sanitised and commercial taste of Starbucks' regular blend in their coffee houses.

My colleague, Jazzman - who was once a coffee and tea buyer - was almost instantly excited by the taste and proceeded to say that it had the 'qualities of a good cigar.' I didn't realise that he smoked! To me, one of the most striking features was the reasonably sharp taste at first, that fades into a beautiful and smooth fine-wine aftertaste.

The expectations are now high for the Kenyan coffee, but I am sure it will be equally as excellent.

Mama's act of kindness in sending us these samples will not go unreturned and we will be making a donation to her charitable enterprises by way of thanks.

If you're interested in her coffee or any of her other projects, visit: http://www.MamaAfrika.com/

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