Well, we decided not to keep the chicken. We thought it would be easier to just give it away than to go about the process of slaughtering, plucking, cleaning, and butchering it. So David drove the chicken to his sister's house and left it with a neighbour. (Hannatu was in Abuja.)
So that's the end of our chicken. We had a short but delightful acquaintance. We realise the immensity of the gift but are grateful for a clean way of disposing of it that's culturally acceptable, too.
Farewell, kazar Timothy!
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