We Wish You A Merry
Christmas- A Bit Late.
“This is where meat
comes from.” Kim said, with a wirily smile, as she looked at my grimacing face.
I was observing a Bull being held down by about ten men. Being aware of the
fact that the bull was Christmas feast didn't make me have a desire to see
it butchered by a machete. Soon the job was done and the cooking could begin.
It was about three a ’clock in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and we had
a bull to cook before the next day. Only a few hours later there were
fires all around, big pots, and people from the village coming to help. I was
told to grab my “Little guitar” followed by hand motions of playing the fiddle.
(It’s become popular at the parties now) I took out my fiddle and played to my
heart’s content. At about midnight the meat was cooked and people where
starting to meander home. The next day was Christmas. YEAH! Didinga people do
three things for Christmas. One, they re-mud their house. Two, they get new
clothes and three, they eat meat. The third one we would do together.
Christmas morning
started with the drums telling us to come to church for prayers. We all sang,
greeted one another and commented on the new clothes, and then we all sat in
circles and ate meat, talked and I played some more of my “Little guitar”.
Worn out, I wandered back home to our little mud hut with full stomach, family
on my mind, and Emmanuel in my heart. Merry Christmas...a little late. Thank you for your
prayers.
Love, Abby
Love, Abby
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