When Justin signed the lease on the station, it looked to be in a forlorn and shuttered state. Beneath the dust, however, Justin saw that it didn’t need too much help; the Abaryoshyakawa co-op (with some USAID help) had built it just a decade earlier.
But Justin wanted to go beyond merely dusting, tinkering, and re-opening. He had been traveling, and he had seen how quickly the returns on specialty coffee had improved the lives of entire villages. This project, he decided, had surpass the region’s old reputation. He needed to produce something so far beyond--so special--that his success would be an example for all Gihombo.
So far, so good. In fact, so far, so much, much, better than good. And there’s now a bit of a road--almost like a highway--that now runs awfully close to his mill. That’s great news for the far-flung farmers who contribute to Justin’s lots, as the positive reach of his vision and dedication spreads in ever-widening concentric circles. Not a bad few years for Mr. Justin Musabiymana. It’s an honor to roast his coffee, and drink to his success.