Times Online writer Rob Crilly travels to Kenya to attend the Obama victory party:
There’s only one thing to take to a Kenyan election victory feast: a goat. Preferably still breathing – “a sign of freshness“ – and with big testicles, apparently the sign of quality breeding.
And so it was that I found myself bouncing along a dirt track towards the ancestral home of the Obamas in a saloon car with the sound of John the goat bleating miserably from the boot.
It had not been easy finding such a quality specimen. The local livestock market had mostly sheep and cattle, with only a few scrawny goats on hand.
Instead, John was spotted at the side of the road by my driver George, who was impressed by the size of its belly and, well, other attributes.
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