The Trial (just a germinating idea)

Brother said to sit by the fire where goat meat roast, saying, "Eat big pieces," taking a sizzling piece himself and throwing it in the air because it was too hot and catching it before it fell on the ground. "Eat big pieces," he added, taking a bite of the meat which was still sizzling with fat and burning his mouth. He let the piece dance on his tongue as he sucked in some air, saying, "This is our goat. Eat all the big pieces before anyone come to the fire."

We were at a village trial in Chishamba, where the chief lived.

[continues on local computer drive]

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