So its picture time again. First up we have a few photos from my birthday party at my site. These are some of the scouts, a local youth group who I eat with most nights. We hang out sometimes and will be doing some workshops for girls when I get back after IST (insha Allah).
I killed the chicken, but didn’t actually kill it, so they had to take over for me. I think my manhood was poorly reflected in some poorly defined sense that has them making jokes about me.
Swirl the chicken around in some boiling water and those feathers come off with ease. Here some other volunteers are doing the honors.
Next up, some more photos of my house and concession. This is a view over my concession fence in the morning:
My front room in the morning light:
New kitten. She is much nicer than the other, and quite the hunter already:
I have a foam mattress that I bring out each evening to sleep on. But I will probably switch to a straw mat that I can just leave there. I don’t go in much for mattresses these days. Anyway, this bedframe cost me the equivalent of $14, and it is awesome:
Finally, we have some scenery from around my village:
This is the view from my mayor’s office, which is also where I go every morning for a few hours:
This road passes my village and separates my village from the mayor’s office. A bus comes twice a day headed to Niamey:
Middle school here is not what it is in the states:
I hope that keeps you satisfied for a little while. There are more photos to be seen by clicking on the thumbnails down on the bottom right of the blog.

   


Good Morning-
I love your blogs! I remember my grandmother killing a chicken by a wrist swing around, by the neck, and it would be dead of a broken neck. Chuck would kill our sick chickens the same way. It is astoundingly fast, but sometimes the then headless chicken body would run in circles for a moment, until all it’s impulses finished functioning, which creeped me out as a kid . She also had a big pot of boiling water that she used only for the de-feathering process.
Okay, must go – snow to shovel and fire to stoke and breakfast to make.
Love,
Mom
-btw, that bed frame looks great, and like a sort of automatic chiropractor.
Mom