Greetings from Arusha!
Following is an account of our visit to a Maasai village,
The village was three hours away and is home to a Maasai warrior that works at the house. The drive was nice but pretty bumpy at times. The village was at the end of the road in the middle of nowhere, the scenery was awesome. When we arrived the women were all lined up and were singing to welcome us.
They were good singers and it was a great experience. After our welcoming we went to look at the huts they live in. They were very small and dark, and it was difficult to stand up in them. One corner was a bed and there was sort of a bench around the rest. I assume they only use the huts for sleeping. Each mother has a hut as one man can have many wives.
After viewing the Huts we walked up a hill to watch a goat get sacrificed. The men of the village slaughtered the goat and we were expected to watch because it was done in our honour. Branches were placed on the spot where the goat was to be killed to keep the meat clean. The goat’s throat was cut but not the spinal cord. The intention of this was to make sure all the blood was collected. After some of the blood was collected, the men drank blood from the goat`s throat. I thought of drinking the blood but even the thought of it made me gag. It looked like it was a great luxury to drink the blood. No part of the goat was wasted. After the goat was dead and all the blood was collected a fire was built. The men proceeded with the skinning of the goat; the meat was put on sticks around the fire. We were expected to eat of the goat as an acceptance of the welcome that was given to us. I had a piece of the liver and a part of the leg. I have never tasted such good liver, maybe it was because it was so fresh. It felt like we had stepped back in time.
The village was three hours away and is home to a Maasai warrior that works at the house. The drive was nice but pretty bumpy at times. The village was at the end of the road in the middle of nowhere, the scenery was awesome. When we arrived the women were all lined up and were singing to welcome us.
They were good singers and it was a great experience. After our welcoming we went to look at the huts they live in. They were very small and dark, and it was difficult to stand up in them. One corner was a bed and there was sort of a bench around the rest. I assume they only use the huts for sleeping. Each mother has a hut as one man can have many wives.
After viewing the Huts we walked up a hill to watch a goat get sacrificed. The men of the village slaughtered the goat and we were expected to watch because it was done in our honour. Branches were placed on the spot where the goat was to be killed to keep the meat clean. The goat’s throat was cut but not the spinal cord. The intention of this was to make sure all the blood was collected. After some of the blood was collected, the men drank blood from the goat`s throat. I thought of drinking the blood but even the thought of it made me gag. It looked like it was a great luxury to drink the blood. No part of the goat was wasted. After the goat was dead and all the blood was collected a fire was built. The men proceeded with the skinning of the goat; the meat was put on sticks around the fire. We were expected to eat of the goat as an acceptance of the welcome that was given to us. I had a piece of the liver and a part of the leg. I have never tasted such good liver, maybe it was because it was so fresh. It felt like we had stepped back in time.
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