This morning I woke up and went to the zebu sacrifice. It was only 8h30, but it was freaking hot outside!!
By 8h35 there was a group of about thirty or so, all of us whiteys, with our cameras strapped around our necks to see the sacrifice.
I'm not sure why, but the zebu had to be brought it from Muhumbo, about a two hours' drive (and it's not a pretty drive. The roads are really bumpy and rough). For some reason, they brought it back IN back of the Housing Manager's SUV. (I think he'll need his car detailed this weekend) and they tied it up outside of his office overnight. Apparently, the zebu didn't travel well (no one really does on that road) and he didn't look too perky. Maybe he was sick and the travel was actually hard on him, or maybe he just knew his fate and wasn't feeling all that perky about it.
Anyway, around 9h00 we saw the zebu being walked down the road.
I'm not sure why, but apparently the zebu had to be a castrated male.
They brought him over to be tied to a post. The post was in between two houses. I'm not sure why that are of the village was to be the sacrificial spot. But, I'm happy it wasn't next to my house.
After we left, they cut him up into peices, then put the meat into a bit pot over an open fire and boil it until it's cooked. No 28 day beef grading for this bad boy.
I'm glad I went. My only dissapointment is that I didn't really know what was going on? I really wish I knew what was said and the beliefs and reasoning why the zebu had to be sacrificed. I guess that's my next research project.