February 13th, 2013
I crossed one more thing off my Swazi bucket list today and in doing so earned my place as a real makoti (bride, but what they call you when you do something well befitting a wife).
I killed my first chicken. I really did it and it wasn’t a bad experience. I remember my first encounter with the beheading of a chicken and it smelled bad, and was gross, and made me queasy. I have put off being involved since then, but decided I needed to kill one for myself at least once while I was here.
My sisi Nosipho helped me. Babe picked out a young cock and Nosipho caught it and held it for me as I wielded the knife. It went fast, but it is still a bit freaky that the body continues to move after the head is separated. I then helped Nosipho pluck it, cut it apart, and cook it in a pot over the open fire. Ekhaya Inkhukhu (Home chicken) never tasted so good. I am really going to miss fresh homegrown chicken.