On a windy day, the wind will blow and the anus of the chicken will be exposed π. Monday Evening was the Day I made my mind up to take on this challenging assignment. I had been carefully watching my host mom carry out this task effortlessly with such ease every single day. I had no single drop of doubt in me that I was going to succeed.
6 pm, my host sister and I went out in search of our cattle from the grazing field. Our sole task was to make sure every member of the herd made it home π. About 30 minutes later, we got home having successfully brought the herd from the fields.
I was staring at the cow I was going to milk the whole way as we walked them home. I was nervous. My host sister, Ndemeiyan, went to fetch the milking container as I prepared to make first contact with the beastπ.
The cows are milked differently out here. They are not tied up, you just have to figure out how to position yourself as the milker. The calf is brought out first to suckle, then a few minutes later it separates from the mother for the milking process to begin.
Leo ni leo asemaye kesho ni mwongoβ. I picked up the container from my host sister. I Bet she could tell I was shaking π. I grabbed onto one of the titts and tried squeezing. I must have squeezed a bit too hard perhaps. The cow kicked me and almost spilled all my milkπ€£. I was shocked. I immediately stopped what I was doing, surrendered the container to the host sister, and vowed NEVER to milk again π