September 24th, 2014 by Rachel | Tags: Peace Corps | No Comments »
Two nights ago, I saw a black plastic bag moving and shaking on the floor of the kitchen in my host family’s home. One of my host sisters walked to the plastic bag and pulled something out of it. A chicken’s head popped out. She explained to me that the family was going to make chicken for dinner the following night.
That same night, the host family asked if I’d like to watch them prepare the chicken. The moment I saw the cousin of my host family starting to cut a live chicken’s head, I ran away from the scene, squealed and squirmed. I couldn’t watch a minute of my host family killing the chicken for cooking. For my host family, this was a normal, everyday routine for them.
About an hour later, one of my host sisters asked if I’d like to see where they were at the moment with the chicken preparation. I said OK and followed my host sister to the kitchen. The feathers have already been plucked off. The children proudly showed off the chicken to me by holding the legs and letting the chicken just hang upside down. They then challenged me to be the one to kill the chicken next time.
Challenge not accepted.
I told them, “No. I’m a baby.”
I did have the chicken for dinner last night, and it did taste good.
