| Yesterday I carried a live chicken to work. For 45 minutes, hiking down the mountain on a dirt path, I gripped its big white wings with one hand, while its legs flopped against my thigh. Then we ate it for lunch after our meeting (Zulus enjoy the bones too by chewing, then spitting them out). On the walk back home up the hill, eight children sped past me, all piled up on a homemade go-cart from logs and old wheels.
Before bed, I was trying to practice yoga, but kept getting interrupted by a bat dive-bombing me in the middle of my poses. It was hilarious. It would stop and hang upside-down somewhere random with me thinking, “Fine, I can do the next pose.” |
angela dora
