Killing a chicken

Finally the time came for me to kill a chicken. This was one of the things I said I was going to do during my time here in Africa. We were back from Rwanda, and were staying with our friends in Kabale.

We were supposed to have an African girl to help us, but she got sick and we were thinking that four Norwegian girls should be able to do the same as one African girl. So we went down to the marked and picked our victim.

The two girls living in Kabale (Oda and Marte) had done this before, so they tried to remember all the details and we prepared us for the process.

I was supposed to kill while Oda was holding the chicken steady on the ground. I got in the right position, took the chickens head out and ready with the knife. BUT…….. I couldn’t do it. My idea of killing a chicken the African way was no longer a dream. Oda took over and slaughtered the chicken. And a lot of work was left to do. We started about 6.30 and 10.30 we were ready to eat our big chicken meal. Or to be honest the chicken part wasn’t that big, but we had a lot of other food (potatoes, vegetables, sauce) and it was lovely.

The day ended as a real girls night should end, with chocolate cake and pink movie (girls movie).