Who's Ready for an African Cookout?

The other day I was walking through the nearby community with Kebby, going out into the bush and trying to find good thorn branches to use to build up the fences around our garden (the defensive strategy in our battle against the cows, as opposed to the offensive strategy, which would be the creation of several large knives at the welding stand and the strategic planning sessions to trap and kill any cow that enters our garden), and we stumbled upon an odd sight.

Actually, it didn’t seem as odd to everyone else involved as it was to me.

Walking by the home of one family right outside of the Namumu complex, we saw a few men huddled around looking at something on the ground. Walking closer, we found a man with a large knife kneeling down and cutting up a cow, I mean really slicing it up and ripping the meat apart. I thought it was interesting that this was happening right in his front yard, with the meat sitting on a tarp that was spread out on the dirt. Apparently it was ho-hum just another day for these guys. I guess cutting up large animals isn’t as new and fascinating for these guys around here as it is for me.

Then, after standing around and chatting for a few minutes, I finally noticed that it wasn’t a cow being cut up at all. It was the head of a hippopotamus.

That’s right. A hippo. Man oh man, this thing was big. Really big. And it was just the head, too. It took me a few minutes to tell what it was because the guy had hacked it up pretty good and, since they were speaking in Tonga, I hadn’t caught what was going on. The teeth eventually gave it away. One was about as big as my fist.

Apparently, the guy living in the house is a Zambian Game Ranger, a wild-life specialist (which doesn’t seem like a taxing job seeing as how 95% of the time I go by his house he’s sitting in a chair in front of his house doing nothing in particular…then again, if he’s out battling hippos I guess I can’t make too much fun of him). He said that the hippo had attacked some people and that his group had gotten the call to take action and kill it. I didn’t get the whole story because everyone except Kebby was a super-rural Tonga speaker, but judging by the guy’s mannerisms it sounded like quite the ordeal to kill the thing.

Hope you enjoyed that little glimpse into my life in Siavonga. I just wanted to let you know that while your neighbors are cutting up and cooking hamburgers on the grill this summer, mine are cutting up and cooking hippos.