Tires and goats
And from the top of the lighthouse, I saw black smoke billowing up from
the beach in the distance. What’s that? Vees replied that people were
cooking goats. Can we go see? And so he took me closer. Blood and
entrails decorated the street as vultures circled overhead looking for
an opportunity to feast. The charred carcasses of goats were being
scraped by young men before they were loaded into the trunks of taxis
and taken to the market.
As we walked closer to the place where the goats were being cooked on
the beach, I saw why there was so much black smoke. Tires were being
used to fuel the fire. At first, I thought about all the toxins that
must be released into the meat (and the air), but then I had to pause
and really think about it – was it really all that different from all
the preservatives I consume on a daily basis back in Canada?
