My Boyfriend Kills Lions

  While we were in Kenya, a few of us had the opportunity to live with a Maasai tribe for the night. 
We hopped off the bus and began our journey through the dirt and grass into the village. When we arrived a few of the Maasai warriors took us on a “walking safari”, I put that in quotes because it was more of a walk than a safari.
These are some young Maasai boys.

The Maasai males do not become men or “warriors” until they kill a lion. How insane is that?? This is my friend Kios- that scar under his eye is from a lion that he killed. The same lion that marked him for life, also stole the life of his friend. The maasai males go into the bush for up to five years until they kill a lion and then are allowed to return home.
 

When we returned from our walk they had us choose a goat that we would enjoy for dinner…….
        

Behold! The sacrificial goat… but not really, this guy was lucky.

 

After Francis suffocated and skinned our little goat friend (and drank its blood) they made a bonfire for us to roast our new friend for dinner. The two skewers of goat, cut in half, were roasting a few inches from my face. They then proceeded to do their tribal dance and chant for us. And then we ate goat. I had 1/8 of a bite.
 

   

I was told that all they eat and drink is meat, animal blood and fresh milk from the cow. Though, I know this to be false (I saw one of them eating rice), it is still the majority of their diet. Kios asked me, more like stated, matter of factly, “haven’t you seen people drink blood on tv?” After racking my brain and using the method of deduction, I told him that he was the first vampire I had ever met.
He also told me that the first thing a newborn drinks is blood… what?

The next morning, my man Francis, and another warrior named Dennis took Lyndsie and I for another walk. As I was walking through the maasai land, talking and walking pretty close to Francis, he grabbed my hand- and interlocked our fingers. I was too caught off guard to figure out what to do so I allowed him to hold my hand for a good 5 minutes. He then showed me some cows and asked which ones I liked the best- which is when I started to laugh uncomfortably because the massai men pay 10 cows to purchase a wife.
I was also wearing a massai headpiece at this point and he grabbed my cheeks, but his face next to mine and said “you are a maasai lady, you can live on the land.” I asked him what I would do everyday- he said I could make jewelry and walk around… I said it sounded fun but that I was a vegetarian. About thirty minutes later I was walking next to him again and he put his hand around my hips Hashanah. I had no idea what to do, so i did nothing. Don’t worry, I’m okay… at least I know I have a husband, if I decide to live in Kenya.

They also let me throw their spears and shoot their poisonous arrows. (They get the poison from a tree.)
             

I love learning about other people!!!
But now my sleeping bag smells like burnt goat.