Where the Work Gets Done

After we bought the cow for my friend's naming ceremony, no one in the family had the strength or maybe the stomach to handle the slaughter. So we paid others to do it. Men who show up, quietly, and do what many of us cannot. It made me think about how often we buy comfort without acknowledging the labour behind it. The blood, the weight, the mess outsourced. But someone always carries it. This was taken in Sekona, Ede. The slab, stained and steady, holds more stories than it tells.

Uploaded on 20 October 2025.