Yesterday we were having a feast in our village. Our regional pastor lives in my village and his house was finally completed. So the men and women from the surrounding 4 villages came and they killed a cow and we were going to have an afternoon feast of bulumakau kari (beef curry, yummy)!
So I took advantage of the morning. I had some men in the village fix my shower because the metal sheeting side had fallen down the previous night and there was a huge hole exposing my naked body to the house behind mine. Free accidental, kerosene lamp-lit peep show. The men re-hammered the metal sheeting walls and I washed my clothes with the outside tap. As I'm scrubbing my work sulu, a man walks around the corner and places the cow head at my feet. Looks up at me. Smiles.
My mouth is agape. There is a bloody, brainy cow head at my feet and I'm trying to wash mud out of my clothing. I'm utterly disgusted as it proceeds to bleed all over the dirt less than a meter from my feet. The man who brought this incredible offering just chuckles and walks away. Leaving a bloody stump near the white face.
I finished washing my clothes and mustered up enough strength to go to my house and lay down for a bit to process the recent events.
And then 3 hours later I ate my fill of spicy beef curry and never looked back. I'm not sure what happened to the cow head but I'm sure the villagers will find some useful purpose for it. As for me, I've had my fill of cow brains.
