Once upon a time, there was a lamb. It was brought a week ago as a gift to the surgon’s sons’ Zeke & Jude. Yesterday, I told the lamb that she had less then twenty four hours to live. The lamb said Baaaa for the first time! Zeke & Jude killed her for supper tonight.
As the killing was in process, Mom was dancing the salsa with the Kenyan kids. Of course, on the other side of the compound. Mom spent the morning teaching the children about Canada. But not a lot about Africa because they could teach her.
Later at the supermarket one man said to Mom: I want your hand in marriage.
Sorry, I’m already married, said Mom pointing to her ring.
No, I want your girls to be African brides!
So then Mom replied: Give me six cows and a shamba (farm). But what the man didn’t know was that Mom knew that nobody could afford that.
Later, while Mom was talking to a hairstylist named Rispa, and we kids were whithering in the hot sun without water, a man beckoned Madelyn over to him. Madelyn hid behind Mom. Then the man beckoned me over. But I whispered No. Why? questioned the man. But this time, I ignored him.
My last words are: I hope Lambs go to Heaven, because I dearly loved that one!