We hadn't been in Uganda long when I noticed just how many chickens were roaming around. In fact the first morning when I came out of my hotel room there was a chicken just walking in the parking lot. On our way from Gulu to Nebbi we stopped and purchased 7 chickens. Three of which were to be for our team meals and then we bought Geoffrey's family 2 and Stanley's family 2. We learned that eating chicken was usually a holiday treat and while we were there we were served chicken almost every day. You would have thought that we had given Geoffrey and Stanley a million dollars by buying them chickens to take home.
Back to the chickens....which I affectionately named Shadrack, Mishack and Abednigo. Probably shouldn't name animals that will soon be your dinner. We purchased the chickens and then tied them to the top of the van with our luggage. Those poor guys had to ride 4 hours strapped to the top of the van but all 7 were still there when we arrived in Nebbi. As the guys were loosening the ropes from our luggage (which was also holding the chickens) one of the little boogers got loose. Without any hesitation I reached for him and swiped him up by his legs. Not sure what got into me but I knew I couldn't let dinner get away. My team was quite impressed with my handy work.
If you haven't picked up on the fact that I loved every minute of being in Africa and had a desire to soak it all in...nows your chance to get a full glimpse into my experiences. While driving to Nebbi I told Geoffrey that I would like to get to kill one of the chickens that we were going to eat. I was mostly being serious and partly kidding. I have always wanted to learn how to ring a chickens neck and I knew if I was ever seriously going to move to Africa then I had to be woman enough to kill a chicken.
One morning...just happened to be the morning I wore a white shirt...Geoffrey and Stanley came to pick us up to head to some schools for ministry. Geoffrey told me that he needed to run to the bank but that Stanley was going to take me to his house so that I could kill the chicken that Joy was going to prepare for lunch that day. Oh joy! So remember how I thought I was going to ring the chicken's neck? Yeah, not so much. When we arrived at Geoffrey's, Stanley began to show me the process of how I was going to put Mishack to rest. You'll see the process in the next series of pictures but I had to stand on the wings with one foot, the feet with another foot and pull the neck up so I could chop off his head. Yep, I said chop. What happened to just breaking it's neck? Not the way they do things in Uganda. Not only did I have to cut his head off...they gave me a knife that was about as sharp as a butter knife so I had to saw the little guy in two.
Worry not...I didn't get any chicken blood on my white shirt. I was a champ at killing the chicken even though I was a little freaked out by the fact it's head was still clucking in my hand and it's body was flopping around under my feet and the two were not attached. All I know is Stanley told me not to step off the chicken until he stopped moving...so I didn't. Here are the pics of big big momma providing for the team.
I promise that is the only grusome story I will share about my time in Africa but I was too proud of my chicken killing adventure not to share. I promised my sister a new Uganda story by the end of the weekend and this was the easiest to tell.
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