Last Sunday I decided to visit my grandma cause she wasn’t feeling well only for her to gift me one of her two chickens. After multiple attempts of me refusing it, it kinda infuriated her ” you refuse to accept my little gift, you have been told by parents not to accept gifts from strangers, am I stranger to you?” She granted. I was so touched by her kindness.
I went home with my gift thinking how and when I was going to put to good use my ancestral chicken slaughtering skills passed on by my dear dad. It’s been long since I did the surgery but I was eager. It was almost midnight so I decided to postpone.
The next day at exactly 4:45am, the bird had awaken everybody in the entire apartment. I had to wake up and switch on the light to trick it that it was already daytime but that alarm didn’t work. The clucking grew louder and it was at this time I decided to move it from the kitchen to the balcony, Makosa! I went back to sleep hoping I’ll wake up later to slaughter it. Am up at around 8:00am and it was now clear the surgery had to be done today with or without the anesthetic.
Am about to be late for ward so I quickly throw it some maize for its final breakfast and lunch. I realize that after shifting the chicken, it had freed itself so I thought it was just roaming in the apartment one last time. Kumbe my chicken had pulled a Michael Scofield on me from a 4rd floor. I have looked for it since then, tried to ask all my neighbor and I still can’t believe it absconded theatre.
I’ve pleaded with my neighbors to help me find my chicken. I gave them all the descriptions and even showed them photos. Last seen without any feathers on the neck. I even promised I’ll pay or even share the poultry with them. I don’t want to think one of them decided to keep it safe for me but am having a few suspects.