INdiGENOUS Liquid Blockchain

Almost everyone with average education or general literacy knows about Bitcoin  and that BlockChain technology behind it. In case that technology is new to you, take heart by pulling a seat and a cup of tea.  I say that because this post is neither  about Bitcoin nor Blockchain technology.  The technology in question is an indigenous liquid that is the innovation equivalent to Blockchain. Yet few have heard about it, leave alone talk or write about it. I am not any better or at least good enough to talk about others. That's why I should talk about myself first.

It was in the early 1970s right before I started school. I had all the time to play around our ancestral farm and to interact with all the plethora of senior elders who were deeply versed about all matters related to our culture. One day will aimlessly following Awa Mùkurù(my father's oldest brother) around our farm( he was a great storyteller and I loved spending time with him), he pointed to a particular plant mid-sentence  and told me that the plant was known as "kìgwa Kìa Arìithi" (shepherds sugarcane).  Before I could even sneak a question about the purpose of the plant with a funny sounding name,  Awa mùkurù went on to inform me that the plant was the one used to make tea before the coming of the missionaries and the proselytization of Chinese tea, later mislabelled as English tea. Walah, we too had our own tea that was phenomenally tasteful as well as sustainable. 

Today I made the tea of my ancestors and unblocked the tea that had been chained into my past for over 45 years. The flavors were so rich and the act so valuable that I can only compare it to the innovation of Blockchain that allows trustless transactions and also adds a bit of the old content in the creation of new blocks, hence blockchain. In my case, I am being connected with my ancestors through tea that was local and just. The tea that was introduced by the British was stolen property of the Chinese. That tea was the subject of the most expensive espionage when Robert Fortune was able to successfully sneak out tea plants from China and thereby broke the Chinese monopoly on the popular drink. For a long time, the Chinese had refused to sell tea in any other form except in processed form. After 1848, the British managed to grow the tea in Ceylon and other parts of India and were soon able to control the global tea industry.  

Those of my ancestors who acquessed to growing and consuming tea stolen from the Chinese were accomplices to a crime of handling stolen products and then victims of another crime of having their own tea sentenced to oblivion at the cost of stealing the fertility of their own land for colonial enterprise. I find it rather ironic that the Chinese were at least the ones who made the cups, spoons, sugar dishes and kettle that were necessary in the cooking and serving their tea during my youth. While the utensils in my village are still largely manufactured in China, there is growing interest in Chinese medicine. In other words, the consumers of stolen tea are now suffering from the consequences of the foreign diet and looking for help amongst the Chinese and Asian who were part of the tea triangle in the 1800s.

The biggest capital investment by the British in Kenya by 1903 was the railway from the coastal town of Mombasa to Kisumu. The project drew a lot of criticism from many circles that it was labeled as the “lunatic lane". Surely, the whole tea business doesn't rank far from being a lunatic drink. In addition to normalization of processed sugar, it made tea a cash crop in my region. That has had a negative impact on food security, our water quality, forest cover as well as the growing of food for the international market that is skewed against my community.

A bigger irony is that I am consuming this tea in the American South for the first time. The South has its own fractured history of stolen flavors and labor from Africa. I hope to cook this tea at my next residency at Elon University next month in celebration of Black History Month. 

While the tea has been dormant for years in my psyche, it will rise rapidly and be consumed at institutions of higher learning by the next generation of warriors of food justice..