CHICKEN BIRTHDAY

Yesterday my maid celebrated her birthday together with the ladies and children of the neighborhood. There were about 15 people sitting together on a mat surrounding a barbeque on the parking path in front of our house. They had chickens, cut into pieces, spiced (very heavily I suspected) then grilled. They brought along their own rice and ate together with the grilled chickens. By the time we went home from church everything was gone. And I saw happy faces, heard giggles and children fought with each other. I felt happy for her, knowing that in her limited situation she could bring a lot of smiles to her peers. It may be her first big birthday, urban style.