Before Chipo had to say goodbye to me, there was one last big event we got to do together. The farm threw me a going away surprise party. And, since Chipo was also leaving, she was able to join in on the fun too.
It was surprisingly fairly similar to the one that my friends threw me at my home church before I left. However, the surprise party in Zambia was not so much of a surprise. Zambians are not so good at lying on the spot.
The major hints to me were going to my neighbor’s house and seeing tied up chickens ready for slaughter. The other big give-away was going to Abson’s house and seeing a goat being slaughtered. I asked Abson why he was slaughtering a goat. He replied, “To feed you.” See what I mean about lying on the spot?
Regardless of the fact that the party wasn’t really a surprise, it was as equally as memorable as the one in America. It was incredibly touching to have people slaughter their animals because they love me. I really don’t say that to be funny, I’m serious. I recognize that as love that they would kill their animals on my behalf.
The party was a great time and it was so nice to know how much they love me. It was just another magical moment in Zambia.
