Two weeks in and I’ve seen two of my dinners killed in front of me. This is Babokar, my 11 year old host brother, after having killed a chicken for our dinner. There were about seven early teens crowding around the killling, excitement rippled through the meager crowd yet the seriousness of death stifled the mood. This may have been boys having fun on a Wednesday afternoon but it was still a survival activity. This was still dinner.