You are back to Kenya and because you are a special guest, home people decide to slaughter a chicken for supper because your arrival is very special. A decision is made on which chicken to die.
The kids begin to chase the chicken around the compound and you get excited as dust flies in all directions. The chicken is finally caught and since it is a long time since you last saw a hen being slaughtered, you move closer to witness the murder.
The operation is so brutal that you not only sympathize with the chicken but leave the scene because you can’t take it emotionally. Home people begin to wonder what is wrong with you. You look so sad that you can’t even explain what is troubling you. You begin to think about animal rights. That is how spoilt you have become.
Okoth Osewe
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“Tell me about it”….the pretence that home returnees portray to there relatives…is utturly chocking..its as if they never chased nor slaughtered “kukus”,their passiveness to raw reality is beyond absurdity,not realising that the slaughtering of any animal be it kukus,ngombes,mbuzis,kondos…etc in the western world is as brutal,but not done in the publics eye,wacheni upuzi!!being away from home does not change what or who you are,the cultural inprint is forever…bumbavu!!!!
Private eye umesema,wengine wanatukana waiters,maid mmoja alienda ushago akauliza ,kwani mna kwashiakor?.