Mto Wa Mbu, Tanzani
He cried out, but he seemed resigned to the fact that he would not be around much longer. We called our goat Christmas. I tried not to look him in the eye. After the sun has set we gathered around. Our camp cook and some men from the local village tied up the goat. With one sharp movement of the knife the goat was dead. I watched with horror and intrigue. Today we celebrated Christmas the African way
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