My First Chicken Slaughter

                                                                                                        

Cluck…Cluck…Cluck…Crunch! 

Today I killed my first chicken.  Yes, you heard me right. Emmy, Pastor Patrick’s wife, walked to the market to buy chickens for dinner, and I offered to help slaughter them. I wish that I could say that I was forced to slice it’s neck, but the truth is that I was estatic to offer my help.  I’m unsure why, and frankly I’m kind of embarrassed to admit it, but slaughtering a chicken was on my bucket list of things to tackle on the Race. 

 

I decided to publish an article, “How To Kill A Chicken In Africa.” It goes like this:

 

Step 1:   Buy a chicken.

Step 2:   Change into black clothes.

Step 3:   Talk through the process with someone who has done it before.

Step 4:   Sheepishly walk up to the chicken.

Step 5:   Step on its feet and hold its neck tighly in your hand

Step 6:   Cringe, squeal, and wonder why you didn’t negotiate payment for killing everyone’s dinner.

Step 7:   Firmly grasp knife.

Step 8:   Begin sawing.

Step 9:   Continue sawing even with the chicken is trying to escape and you hear the knife working away on the spine.

Step 10: When the head falls off, push down on the neck and let it bleed out…or let someone else step in and do that step for you!

 

 

For a complete visual, please refer to the attached video clip!

 

P.S. As I type this blog Pastor Patrick tells me that next week he is going to buy either a goat or a sheep and he will need help killing it…I may have a sequal coming…!!!