Lira pt. 2

Jake and I left the village with a goat and a chicken as a statement of honor for all to see. There are however, a lot of funny things that happened to us because of it. We got the chicken tied up and hanging upside down from the motorcycles handlebar, and the goat was hog tied and was laid on the seat between Bosco our friend and the driver. Since one motorcycle was taken up with all of our gifts Jake, the driver and myself were on the other. Because the motorcycle did a pop-a-wheelie on the way to the village I got to be the man in the middle. Oh happy days for me.
Just so everyone knows, if you have an issue with people seeing you do something and thinking that you are gay, you get over it quick here. Men hold hands as a sign of respect. Men ride 2-4 people on one motorcycle. It is strange to also know that you can go to jail for being gay; if the mob doesn’t beat you up or lynch you for it first. Contradictory in American eyes but here one does not associate with the other here.
Back to the story!!! So I am stuck between two guys on a motorcycle for 1.5 hours and all the way back you hear the goat screaming and we later get a flat tire. We make it back but not after we decide to call the goat Yummy. Yes we are a morbid bunch here but really funny. The goat would scream and I would yell back to the other motorcycle, “Don’t worry Yummy, your not lunch yet!” Oh we have so many issues.
We left in the morning and the goat is loaded into the luggage compartment under the bus, and the chicken rides on the floor by Bosco’s feet. That is right, the goat is in the luggage compartment, tied up and your suitcase is with it; not mine, someone else’s. We make it back to Kampala and we have a man carry the goat on his shoulders to the taxi van where the goat is stuffed in the back behind all of the seats. We then get off and we walk the goat from the slums to our house. Everyone that saw us knew we were to be respected and wished to go with us because the goat would soon be dinner. They left when we left the slums.
We then get to have Yummy as a pet for a few days. The chicken was dinner for Bosco on Easter Sunday. We named the chicken Obama because Obama is so popular here and so are chickens. I know, we are a couple of weird ones here.
The day came for us to cook the goat. Some of the workers on our compound knew how to kill it and so we let them do their thing. The ladies on our team were a little squeamish about the event. It all turned out ok. The feast was huge and the food was great. Praise God for the small things in life.