A Goat Named Turkey

Turkey had four legs, two horns and brown fur. He was a lucky goat to have survived Eid in Sierra Leone a month ago. However, unbeknownst to him and the rest of Sierra Leone, Canadian thanksgiving was just around the corner. He died at dawn, shortly after my co-worker arrived with a large knife.
While Turkey was being cut up another friend arrived with a huge pineapple – he too had heard about thanksgiving. Shortly afterwards school children arrived carrying a papaya nearly half their size – they too want to give ‘thanksgiving gifts.’ Within a few hours three friends arrived with their aprons on - it was time to get to work on Turkey dinner.
First we cleaned out the intestines and stomach, and cut up the lungs, liver and kidneys. These went into the pot with a whole lot of pepper for ‘pepe soup.’ Mmmmmmmmm.....
After we had feasted on this lunch, we boiled up Turkey, mixed in more pepper, plus onions and garlic, and then skewered the small pieces of meat which we barbequed – boy did Turkey smell good.
He was done just in time. At 5 pm sharp the friend I had asked to bring his laptop and speakers, for music, arrived. What I hadn’t anticipated was that the speakers were borrowed from Kailahun’s only night club, complete with a full sound system and turn tables. The DJs set the speakers up on the porch and pretty soon the whole village was dancing in our front yard.
Sierra Leonean’s like formality, so we (my Canadian roomy and I) made a short welcome speech (because we don’t like formality). We then asked everyone inside to introduce themselves (there was about 30 people in the house by this point and 60 outside) by saying one thing they were grateful for. This turned out to be very good for the ego, as most people said they were thankful for us Canadians!
We gobbled Turkey all up, and danced a little more. Then there was a call for us to teach another Canadian game. You see ever since our Canada Day Party, there has been a lot of talk about the funny games Canadians play. So we introduce charades, which was, well – quite a charade. There was a lot of yelling, a fair bit of cheating and tones of laughter.
We finished the night off with more dancing, of course, and then fell asleep content and exhausted. It was a very good Canadian Thanksgiving in Sierra Leone for everyone except for poor Turkey.