I ate a monkey
No you did not read the title wrong, and yes I cried.
Let me tell you the story
Yesterday my team joined our ministry friends at camp to celebrate what God has done this year in there ministry. We played volleyball, soccer, had a dance party, went “star tripping” and made a fool out of ourselves, we played board games…. and…. we had a feast.
We didn’t sit to eat dinner till around 8 so we were HUNGRY. The heat, the games, and the exhaustion was making us so so hungry. The people and I at my part of the table drank an entire pitcher of juice before we even started our meal.
When the food finally came out they called all the boys to go first…. so me and my team waited patiently…. We waited for what seemed like an eternity. When it was finally our turn, we got up and was served SO. MUCH. FOOD.
There was “pop” or “sadza” (African staple food), greens, some type of sauce, butternut squash, beat root, radish, and 3 different types of meat.
I dug in.
The first thing I DEVOURED was this sausage looking thing that I mixed with the sauce, the “pop”, and some greens. Every bite was delicious. Every bite was glorious. Every bite sent me straight to heaven. After my sausage I moved on to devour the beef and chicken… but I saw Keia and Brooke hysterically laughing at me.
I quickly asked them why in the world they were laughing at me. They then asked me if I knew what the sausage was made out of… and I said no.
THEY BEGAN TO LAUGH LOUDER AND THEN TOLD ME IT WAS A FRIGGEN MONKEY SAUSAGE!!!
I bursted into tears and began to laugh simultaneously.
The whole table of our African friends and my teammates began to laugh and crack jokes.
I was still laughing and hysterically crying.
Not only did I eat ALL of my monkey sausage… it was the FIRST THING I ATE ON MY PLATE… who am I?
You see, in Africa there are monkeys EVERYWHERE, even at the camp we were staying at. Monkeys in Africa are like Squirrels in America. So I then had to look around me at all the cute little monkeys frolicking around me and know I ate one of their brothers or sisters or moms or dads.
I am a monster.
I am a monkey killer.
I am a nasty monkey eater.
As the night kept going I then had a grass hopper and a walking stick big thing get stuck in my hair during dinner and I had a panic attack.
And then Sami slapped cake in my face.
And then bugs attacked me as I was trying to pee peacefully in the bathroom at the camp site.
And then I went “star tripping”.
And wow what a night.
Honestly this blog was more of a therapy session than anything else. Thank you for letting me get this off my chest. The next time you go to the zoo please look at the cute monkeys and tell them I am sorry for eating their relative.
***PRAYER REQUESTS***
-Safe travels to Zambia on Thursday
-No homesickness during the Christmas season
-Love joy and peace as my team doubles this month in Zambia
-Gods mighty hand in every single thing my team and squad does this month
Thank you for reading my crazy blog and for being apart of my journey! Love y’all!
