The ram I ate last Sallah!

What a shock! I woke in the morning to see two rams tied to the exit door close to my room. Their meal on a tray beside them, pooh everywhere and the distinct ram smell...ewhh! I felt so disgusted! Surprisingly, the next thing I thought of was...a picture!!! (in an excited tone). I dashed back into my room, rushed for my camera and gave them a snap shot. Nice!

I stayed in for a while and came out when my I heard my face-me neighbor's voice. Then I asked him who put the rams there and he said it was the landlady but he would remove them tomorrow. Tomowhat! I replied sharply. How can you leave these rams here for the whole day. Do you want me to die of some disease or something. Look at how they have littered the whole place and they are smelling. Nooo I cannot take this! Please tie them outside or in front of her room, not here, no!
He just stared at me and smiled. I asked him why he was smiling and he just called me a butty as in ajebutter. I ignored his comment and begged him to do as I requested. Thankfully, he did and I was happy.
To cut the long story short, the ram was killed the following day and I ate it. My landlady was so generous. I was given a bowl of amala with correct ewedu soup and a bowl of  rice...with big pieces of ram meat of course.  
This last year happened while I serving in Ibadan. You can imagine how happy a corper would be!
Come to think of it, are those not goats?