Saturday Night Activities

This weeks Saturday night activity was to catch two guinea hens. Allah's family moved off of the compound for reasons I rather not get into. (Allah is one of the Bere boys, and his father use to work in the hospital. His father was the administrator, so that is why they lived in the compound). They took all their belongings, including the animals with them. However, they couldn't catch two of their guinea hens. They told the Parkers the only way to catch them was to kill them. So, Tammy gave us orders to attack and take no prisoners after they gave her permission to kill them. (Tammy was fed up with the guinea hens because they were eating the roses in her garden). 

So the Bere boys and SMs armed themselves with slingshots and rocks of various sizes and got to work. We were only able to find one of the two guinea hens. You could tell that the guinea hen had a premonition it was about to die because it flew as high as it could into a mango tree. (Honestly, I didn't realize guinea hens could fly that high. They are like prettier, more annoying chickens in my eyes).

We began pelting the hen with stones to try and knock it out of the tree. No matter how many times it was hit with stones, it would not get out of the tree. We felt sorry for the guinea hen, but it was a known fact that if we were to wait for it to come down we would never be able to find it again. This was our only chance. 

We were outside slinging rocks at the guinea hen for almost an hour. It was a dark night, so we used the night guards mini spotlight to see the hen. There were many false hopes as the guinea hen was knock lower  and lower. However, it refused to come down. The hen rather be hit with stones then killed; it was holding onto the branches for dear life. 

In the end we were able to knock it out of the tree, and chased it around the compound. Allah caught the guinea hen and bound its feet. The only sign of the attack the guinea hen had was a small little scrap on his wing. It was amazing how after being hit by so many rocks the hen hardly had a mark on it. So, thankfully, we didn't have to kill the guinea hen. It was able to go to its new home.

 After the arm exercise the SMs decided to watch Pocahontas. So we popped some popcorn and had a great time watching the Disney classic. During the whole movie we cracked jokes about how it would be if the movie was about Tchad instead of native Americans. We realized that Tchadian Pocahontas would be really similar to the original version of the movie. 

******SIDE NOTE: Things are better between the guys and I. I don't know if the tension and everything else I was feeling was only in my head, or we settled our differences. Most likely I was just really annoyed about how I was treated during my sickness and my frustrations/annoyances were still plaguing me.