Ox in the Kitchen

Here's a glimpse of my life in this little house in the townships. It's a week of mourning. Last night, they brought an ox into the kitchen -- which is part of the lounge -- which is to say, a slaughtered ox. There were deafening blows as they chopped up the ox on the kitchen table with a panga. The old man complained, You're going to ruin the kitchen table! Wife E said, There's too much blood! Then they wondered aloud how they were going to preserve the meat. The old man said, The idiots, why didn't they think what they're going to do with the meat? Today, they are to bring pots to cook the meat.