There's only one thing to take to a Kenyan election victory feast: a goat. Preferably still breathing - “a sign of freshness“ - and with big testicles, apparently the sign of quality breeding. And so it was that I found myself bouncing along a dirt track towards the ancestral home of the Obamas in a saloon car with the sound of John the goat bleating miserably from the boot.
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Always Take a Goat to the Party
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Couldn't you think of a more inspired name? John?!
Gareth is much nicer.
nice looking animal, pity you can't just have ugali...
Sinister horns, swollen belly and an impressive pair of testicles,
and the goat's a fine specimen too... !
Well done again mate!
Hee hee, was waiting for that gag Mr G. Thanks for obliging.
Tasty Rob, very tasty. How do Kenyan goat bollocks taste? The Vietnamese like to grill goatess tits, make goat bollock whisky and drink the blood. Wonder if Kenyans do the full goat too?
BTW - thanks for such great blogging this week :)
Er thanks. Goat liver is one of the finest foods known to man. Fried with a little green pepper, onion and maybe some chilli. The Vietnamese options sound dire
Goat liver Kenyan Crilly style would make a fine post sir... The Vietnamese options are less dire than they sound on paper, but they are "challenging" foods.
John bought it last night. I'm told he was very tasty and a "fine specimen".
In Australia, we say BYOG -- bring your own grog. This is a totally different G altogether.
You're a nut. Hope you enjoyed your mbuzi.