Warning: Graphic depictions of goat and chicken slaughter on traditional cooking day. At least I now feel prepared to do it if I really had to for survival. I don’t think it will get to that but who knows.
Traditional cooking day gave us a taste of the many Namibian cultures out there. In one month I will be joining my people, the Owambos, in the north north as they call it. But we also had dishes from the Hereros, Damara/Namas, Afrikaaners, Kavango region, and Zambezi.Formerly known as the Caprivi strip, the Zambezi is that part of the country that looks like it could fall right off.
A phrase central to my new vocabulary is kandi hole ombelela yoshikombo (I don’t like goat meat).
You made it through all those pictures! Congrats on a strong stomach. It is disturbing to watch an animal the size of a human child be killed, but once it was done my science/dissection background was piqued with curiosity. In deference to Sparky, I will work very hard to salt his skin and keep it in my hut to remind me of this day and its lessons. Respect food for all the preparation it requires, respect life for how quickly it can end, and respect my stomach by declining goat eyeballs.