‘One man’s meat…’

The first time I saw someone eat dog meat I was scandalised. I did not understand how that could happen, but it did. And I saw it. We went for a sports festival in one of the towns in the Volta Region in 1964 and food vendors were around selling their stuff. An aroma of barbecue wafted through the air that drew school children to the fire.

A soldier in uniform picked a stick of the khebab, paid for it and sauntered away to enjoy the meat. Just a few moments later, he turned back to the vendor and asked why he sold him dog meat. I wondered how he knew it was dog meat, but it turned out he had eaten it before and knew that taste. I do not want to narrate what happened to the poor guy who sold the meat.

As time went on I found myself eating python meat that same year. This reptile slithered into the thatched roof of a neighbour when its hole was inundated with flood waters of the Keta Lagoon. The big boys in the area caught it, skinned it and we made a meal of the meat. It tasted like chicken, except it had too much fat. I did enjoy it though.

Some cousins and I used to go set traps at a cemetery a mile out of town during weekends to catch rats, which we cooked and feasted on. To us it was to take our minds off the drudgery of academic and house chores all week; an adventure, if you may call it so. We caught and ate doves, water fowls, quails and hawks. Seasonally, we ate migratory birds like gulls and pelicans. Some of these birds had metal rings with inscriptions on their legs. We were after the meat, not the rings.

I could have eaten meat from a monitor lizard if it was not the totem of the Like Clan I belong to. I am told the Like do not eat this reptile and sawfish. Story has it that a great Like ancestor was saved from drowning by a sawfish, thus our prohibition from eating its meat.

Until I became a vegetarian in 1974, I had eaten meat from cat, rabbit, bat, crocodile and tortoise. I recollect a seminar I attended in Kampala, Uganda, in the late 80s. A Ugandan participant invited some of us to his house. As we entered the compound I saw scores of grasscutters scuttling all over and some ran to him as dogs do their masters. In amazement, I asked, “Mr. Okot, what are you doing with these rodents in your home?” He said they were his pets.

When I told him it was the most expensive meat in Ghana, he took a step back from me as if I had landed from another planet. Apparently, East Africans do not eat grasscutter, period!

Only last week, there was this hoopla on the international news channels for a whole day about Kurt Zouma, a former Chelsea defender, now playing for West Ham, molesting a cat in his home. Suggestions were thrown about to the effect that he needed counseling. Of course, cruelty to any animal is against the law in many countries, including England where he plays his football.

I observe the way we treat our domestic animals and it is abhorrent, to say the least. But the question that came to my mind was what would have happened if Kurt Zouma had mercifully killed that cat and feasted on its meat, were he Ewe from Ghana, Togo or Benin? The Crown Court would have handed him a jail term by now. My father had a way of slaughtering a cat the way we do either a goat or chicken, not the way people strangulate the poor feline or drown it in a sack or any other means. Of course, there are many ways to kill a cat, not so?

Back home in Ghana, one group’s delicacy is another’s taboo. There are others who eat anything that has life; anything that moves, actually. There must be varying reasons a certain group of people will not eat certain things. This might be steeped in religion, spirituality or even superstition or myth. Whatever the case, animals must be treated with respect even if we rear them for consumption.

There is this rodent in En-Gedi in Israel. It’s a cross between the rat and the grasscutter. They are so plenty and notoriously destructive to the sparse vegetation in that desert area that the Israeli government does not know how to exterminate them. Unfortunately, because of my commitment not to eat any flesh, let alone take life, there is practically nothing I can do to help Israel. If not, I would set up camp at En-Gedi, trap these rodents and smoke them the way we do bush meat in our parts and ship them in neat packages to Ghana. The boxes would be labelled, “Smoked Meat of the Holy Land of Israel.” You can bet the churches will do the marketing for me.

I sympathise with Kurt Zouma. Africans generally do not respect animals as having the feeling of happiness and pain. We kick and beat our pets at will. It is in our DNA, which is no excuse for cruelty towards them. I watch documentaries on television where people pay thousands of dollars in veterinary bills for their pets like dogs, cats, pigs, birds of all kinds and even reptiles.

Tibetans are a pious, very spiritual Buddhists who are mostly vegetarians. When China invaded this mountain region in the early 50s they ate all their cats and dogs and every other living things that moved. In the Congo area of Africa every living creature there is edible. Insects of all kinds, some roaches, grubs, worms of all types are on the menu.

I once took a friend out for lunch in one restaurant in Accra. When she heard an order from the adjoining table for frog legs, she vowed never to eat in that restaurant any longer. This is largely because in our minds certain things are unimaginable. I recall the renown pathologist, Prof. Agyeman Badu Akosa, said in an interview on national television on the issue of vultures being served as meat that, “It’s just muscle, that’s all.”

Animal rights activists have taken their fights quite well, especially on the poaching of certain species in the wild to near extinction. Rhino, tiger, leopard parts considered medicinal are a million-dollar business in the Far East. In our parts chameleons, parrots, fork-tailed lizards and the left hand of green monkeys are prized commodities.

The understanding and/or otherwise of nature’s balance and the ecosystem brews the ideal ingredient of conflict. Education is needed for the right approach to issues bordering on protecting the species so that as we consume these animals, the scale of the ecosystem is not tilted towards the destruction of the very things that give us life. When “the last tree dies, the last man dies” is the adage, but we forget that animals propagate the seeds of the plants that constitute our forests and give shelter to our wildlife.

By Dr. Akofa K. Segbefia