This morning, my dad ordered me to slaughter our two chickens. Although I had already got attached to these birds (white and big ) but it’s Christmas so I rushed to get a knife, “oh! It’s blunt” I took another which I discovered blunt as well. I couldn’t go out to Iya Kafaya our neighbour for it was 5:30am, so I sharpened them on each other like a ninja ready to war.
I went into the cage where they were kept, took the first, laid it on a plank, my right foot on its legs and my left on its wings. With its head in my left hand and knife in my right, I pitied the innocent looking bird begging for help intelligibly. I remember the old days when it does eat corns right in my hands – what a love!
The words in the scriptures came to my head – that animals are created for human consumption. I then used the knife on the Chicken’s neck. It didn’t cut through, I picked the second one and it went through after high pressure and several attempts. In the same manner I picked the second chicken which was already screaming at the sight of me – a friend turned enemy. The killing of this nearly turned disastrous as the Chicken fought its leg out of the cover of my foot, it nearly escaped but I hardened my heart, held strong the wings and head, so I murdered it also after a great fight. The painful part of this is that they died struggling.
This pity left my conscience when the dish was ready, I was served the heads and the thighs. The meat went well with a bottle of chilled ‘no shaking, carry go’.
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