Tabaski

Book: Still on “The Fountainhead” by far one of the best books I have ever read. If you have read it you know what I am talking about.
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So this is a special report about my Tabaski. Since most people don’t know about it I figured I will tell you about my day. It started at 10 when my father and brothers got back from the mosque. They took about 7 knives and dug a whole in the ground. We got the family together and put the got onto the ground next to the whole. I was watching and then they told me to come over because I needed to help. At this point I felt as if I just wanted to watch and not really take part of the Tabaski sacrifice. I knelt down at the rear of the goat and put all of my weight down on the struggling animal. I looked up at the animal struggling and looked back down at the goats torso and saw it urinating all over the ground in front of me. Then I looked up and blood was flowing from the neck. My stomach felt like a hollow well. After the throat was slit I had to hang on because the body was twitching and I could feel every single breath rumbling out of the body. I would hqve to put this up with one of the most intense moments of my life.
After the animal was done twitching I was able to get up and then they skinned and dissected the animal. After we cut the animal up we started a BBQ and ate some good meat. After the BBQ we had breakfast which was meat with onions and mustard. A few hours later we ate boiled, deep fried goat with bread. Then for dinner we ate more boiled sheep. For breakfast the next day we ate a oil based soup with the brains, intestines, heart, and the stomach lining. It didn’t taste to bad, but I didn’t eat much since I was able to identify each part of the insides.
After we ate lunch we hung around and got our outfits on and went to other people’s houses. I visited my counterparts house and ate fried goat which was a little furry and dry. I had orange soda with it, which made it all the better. After that I went back home and made my first pot of tea ever. I didn it and the first round wasn’t very good but the second round was excellent. For those of you who don’t know about Senegales tea, it is a long process which takes along time to make the tea. There is a special pouring technique thqt is necesairy to get a special formation of foam on the top of the glass. I spilled all over my self but now can make a descent glass. All of my hard work has paid off. That was a quick view of my Tabaski. I also went to a few dances at night in Dagana, but didn’t have too much fun. Every one was starring at me and pointing and laughing so that didn’t make me to happy. I still busted a move on the dance floor and my bollacast dancing is getting better. My brothers have been home a lot also so I am starting tio get to know a lot of the people who live in Dagana and I can’t leave the house without someone calling me over to speak to them. I never know who they are but they tell me that they know me and we meet the other day. It is hard to remember everyones name when you meet atleast 15 new people a day. Any who just wanted to say hi and hope everyone has a merry Xmas.