In Rwanda, however, it is everywhere. The houses where we installed the solar panels were surrounded by sorghum.
A young lady showed me how to rub dried sorghum between my hands to remove the shell, and to eat it raw.
It tasted rather bland that way. But it is an important crop here, used to make porridge, bread, and beer.
I did not expect that I would learn about sorghum in Rwanda. I think I will think of sorghum in a much more favourable light from now on.
Thank you, Rwanda.