This morning I did something I never thought I would have to do. At the house I am staying at we have various farmyard animals, goats, chickens and a cow (or two). I usually see these each morning when they return from grazing outside the house. This morning, after being awake all night for a Ugandan “lock-in”, little billy never made it back to the house. Instead I helped James to tie him up (I think he’s a him), and load him onto his lap. But this was only after James was sat on the back of a motorbike. James then took off, on his way to Kampala (about 30 minutes bike ride away), with the company of Billy. That was the second to last time I saw Billy.
We were reacquainted later that evening at the church BBQ, Billy didn’t look quite the same though. He was a mess (litrally) and had arrived to the BBQ in several pieces, which were then marinated and placed onto the BBQ. I have never had the opportunity to eat something that was alive only hours before hand. It is an interesting thought process, to be eating something that ones skipped happily around on the front lawn. i suppose it isnt all that different to how we eat meat at home, except we are usually far more removed from the process.
