Tuesday, 24 June 2025

When the world prefers coffee to tea

 

One of the places that I visit every time I come to Uganda is the vocational college set up by John Nj which is situated in rural Mityana, about 2 hour drive northwest(ish) from Kampala.

The area is renowned for its tea plantations, and once you leave the tarmac road and enter the properly rural area, the fields on either side are a vibrant green as far as the eye can see, full of tea bushes, and interspersed with groves of trees, often eucalyptus as they grow quickly to keep providing the fuel for the drying machines in the factories.

Tea workers will be seen in the fields, clipping the leaves and throwing them into the big baskets that they wear on their backs as fast as they can – they are paid by the basket load, so the more they pick, the more they earn. And every now and then there is a factory and workers houses. It’s mainly just the drying and sorting stages of the process that are done in Uganda, so the factory isn’t huge. And the workers ‘cottages’ are very basic, not even running water or electricity for most, but all are situated together in a sort of little community, with a borehole nearby.

The lack of production process that occurs in Uganda has an impact on the amount of money that Uganda makes from tea exports. There isn’t a lot of mark up on the basic tealeaves – that is made by the big brands when they do the final stages of the process. So it’s not the most lucrative of incomes, but it has been present for many years, and it has always seemed to be a given part of Uganda’s export economy.

But, in the past couple of years, I’ve noticed that the amount of land that was once given to tea is reducing. Where once it was all tea bushes, now there are swathes of it that have been dug up and are being rented out to farmers to grow other cash crops – maize seems to be particularly popular. Trees are also being chopped down and not replaced. I asked John about this, and he said that the tea companies are struggling to sell their tea as the market seems to have shrunk, and so in order to pay their workers, they have had to rent out some of their land to diversify their income stream.

Some of the workers cottages have also been left to disintegrate, as the number of workers that the tea companies need has reduced, and I came across one little area that felt so sad and abandoned with only a couple of homes that still seemed to have anyone living in them.

We wondered about the background to the shrinking of the market, and what might be causing it. I reflected on the massive increase in coffee shops that can be found in UK high streets, and the upsurge in the coffee culture generally. In Thornbury alone there are at least 10 such places, and that’s not a very big town. Presumably this is being accompanied by a decrease in the number of cups of tea being drunk (although I do have a few family members who are doing their best to keep the industry afloat between them!!!!).

There will still be some parts of the world where tea wins against coffee – but I suspect those countries grow their own tea so don’t need to import from Uganda. Certainly, Uganda has its own share of tea drinkers, and so some of its tea is for home use. But here also the coffee shop culture is growing, and the middle classes are often preferring the draw of a flat white or a latte to the traditional African tea. As I walk through the plantations and note the increased ratio of maize to tea within the tea plantation boundaries, it brings home to me the impact that the growth in coffee culture is having on the lives of individuals hundreds of miles away, most of whom can only dream of ever having enough money to be able to afford the luxury of  a ‘double-shot vanilla latte with oat’ or whatever your preferred cuppa happens to be.

This field used to be all tea, now the maize is winning!  

 


lots of derelict homes in the tea-workers residential area


the hillside used to be covered in trees to fuel the factory - not any more

Friday, 20 June 2025

Reunited after 10 years.

 

I first started coming to Acholi Quarters in Uganda back in 2012, when I led teams of young people from UK schools to come and deliver educational activity weeks for the children living in the informal settlement.

One of the first children I really remember from those days was a young lad called Innocent. He must have been about 5 years old. He was so enthusiastic, always one of the first to arrive, and had this most wonderful big grin. He was great, and in time I was able to help him with going to mainstream school by funding his school fees.

I also met his mother and his older brothers – they were a family who ‘muddled by’. There was no father on the scene, and the mother had a troubled past which overflowed into how she coped with life in the present.

Then on one visit to Acholi Quarters, I was told that the mum had decided to go back to ‘the village’ with the boys and live there rather than in the city. Going back to the village basically means going back to the place that the parents think of as their ancestral home – it might be where they grew up before coming to the city, or where their parents grew up. For women it is usually where the husband’s family are from, as the location of ‘home’ moves from the village of her birth to the village of her husband’s birth when she takes the marriage vows.

Anyway, Innocent and his brothers were taken by his mum to the village, and contact with this lovely cheeky chappy was lost.

Until this visit!

The first place that I went to on arriving in Uganda this time, as with most visits, was the Nkuru Vocational college campus. This is the place that John Njendahayo has built, and that I’ve been involved in from the get go, along with incredible support and finance from some wonderful UK donors. I love going to the college – it’s so quiet, with beautiful views across tea plantations and rolling hills. Great for walking, for running, for sitting and watching the birds fussing in the trees and bushes.

So, I arrived there on Thursday and had a lovely afternoon catching up with John. And then, to my great delight, I was introduced to Innocent – now a strapping and very tall 18 yr old, who is a student at the college, thanks to being the recipient of an Acholi bursary.

It turns out that Innocent returned to Acholi late last year, having finished with school, and after the death of his mum. He didn’t want to stay in the village, as he thought that there might be better opportunities in Kampala. He saved the money to get back to Acholi, was taken in by one of Harriet’s group of mothers, and then was encouraged to put his name forwards for a bursary, which he was given.

And now he is at the college, learning to do construction, and loving it. It was so lovely to meet him again, and as he gets used to me being around, he is slowly opening up a bit more and filling me in on some of the extra aspects of the past 8 years. I feel so honoured to be back in his life again, and to be entrusted with parts of his life that he normally holds close to his chest. It just goes to show that you never know quite how a story will end!

Innocent in 2015    
 
 

 

Innocent in 2025