The week before the holiday, goats started to appear in the markets. On my way to work, I would discover cows staked in the front yards of houses. Everyone was revving up for the big feasting to come.
At my school, a few teachers went in together to buy a cow. Meat here is very expensive, especially beef, so it's a big deal to buy a cow. They invited me to join them at the traditional ritual slaughter on Thursday morning. Although I had every intention of arriving in time to see the cow while it was still alive and perhaps give it a name, the warm comfort of my bed and the cooling breeze of my air conditioner gave me cause to push the snooze button a few too many times.
Although I missed the killing, I still got experience enough for a long time.
Why yes, that is me holding the head of a dead, skinned cow by the horns.
Here is what it looked like before I picked it up. Notice the hair between the horns. Not cute.
Slaughter Party! This is in the parking lot/basketball court of my school.
This was the final portion of the slaughter. He was using the hatchet to break up the skull. Bone was flying everywhere.

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