I am currently in Benin City, Edo, Nigeria, and I noticed that some parts of the town are overrun with goats. Got me thinking...
The notice that greets you as you enter the estate says:
“Straying of fowls, dogs and livestock on the Estate is strictly prohibited. Owners risk seizure and forfeiture”.
It doesn’t say whether a grand barbecue in an open field would follow the seizure and forfeiture of the livestock, with everyone invited. As you proceed further up the road it becomes clear that the unspecified “livestock” mentioned in the notice are mainly goats. There are no dogs in sight, and not enough fowls to be a nuisance.
It is a different matter with goats, five of whom decide to cross the road right in front of your car, causing you to stamp hard on your brakes. You take a good look at them, and decide that they are goats only by courtesy. If the reference books are to be believed, bona fide goats are “surefooted agile ruminant mammals that naturally inhabit rough stony ground in Europe, Asia and North Africa.” These ones that you see before you naturally inhabit the highways and alleys of Nigeria, and frequently stray onto private residential estates. Some of them may be surefooted, but they are never agile when it comes to vacating the comfortable place they have staked for themselves in the middle of your driveway.
Take the one now blocking the access to your gate. It sits there, goateed, black suited, solidly immovable, and deaf to the insistent tooting of your car horn. It is waiting for you to get out of the car and prod it with your toe before it gets up and ambles a few feet to another shady spot, where it sits down again. It needs no introduction. It is your neighbour’s goat, the very same that one of the Ten Commandments enjoins you not to covet, along with your neighbour’s wife, his house, his field, his manservant, his maidservant, his ox and his ass.
On the subject of coveting your neighbour’s manservant, one could say that a man who is too lazy to train a raw “houseboy” and make of him a superb valet may, with financial inducement, persuade his neighbour’s valet to make a switch. He may thereby be committing a sin, but only according to the strict standards of the Old Testament. On Judgment Day, when the goats shall be separated from the sheep, he may, with luck, get off with a slap on the wrist.
I believe that any man who covets his neighbour’s goat needs to have his head examined, considering how overwhelming the case against goats is. Here is the evidence:
Apart from blocking driveways and leaving their droppings all over the place, goats are excessively omnivorous. They eat shirts that the wind has blown off the clothesline, and have been known to chew up a twenty-dollar bill. That’s about three thousand and six hundred naira at today’s rate of exchange. The fact that the said dollar bill is green in colour, and was probably mistaken for a leaf is no excuse.
Goats are stubborn. You can’t head them off any goods and chattels of yours for which they have developed an appetite.
Most goats are deplorably unsuitable for use as four-footed lawn mowers. They nearly always overlook the overgrown Port Harcourt grass in your garden, preferring to devour your prized herbaceous border instead.
Since 1986, goat meat has acquired a notoriety after a young and outspoken police officer alleged that military coup plots are hatched by idle army officers in goat-pepper soup joints.
Neighbours seem to prefer to eat their goats in secrecy. All that alerts you to what they are up to is the smell of the hair being burnt off the goat’s skin, preparatory to chopping up the goat and cooking it.
Finally, a goat’s beard somehow appears to make a bolder statement than mine.
Goats have given us some very apt remarks, my favourite being the one about the he-goat who went out looking for a wife and came back pregnant.
The very word “goat” has some association with which no self-respecting man would want to be identified. There must be a good reason why a lecherous man is referred to as a goat (hence “old goat), although I have trouble making the connection myself.
“Scapegoat” is easier to understand, once its origin has been explained. In Biblical times (so the story goes) a goat was symbolically laden with the sins of the Israelites and allowed to escape into the wilderness. A version of the story, probably apocryphal, has it that this scapegoat now turns up in Nigeria every few years, usually in the guise of either a Technical Adviser, or a Chief Coach of the national team, and takes the blame for everything that goes wrong with Nigeria’s bid to qualify for the World Cup..
Goats, like just about everything else, feature regularly in stories involving the police. I collect such stories. The one that follows may sound improbable, but it is true in every material particular.
The first happened in Okene,Kogi, Nigeria some years ago, nd may be cited as The Case of the Vanishing Exhibit.
According to the report published in at least one newspaper, a man was arrested and charged with breaking one of the laws of the land by stealing his neighbour’s goat and converting same into goat meat stew. In the process he also disobeyed at least two of the Ten Commandments, although that did not appear on the charge sheet. The exhibit on which the police relied to get a conviction was an earthenware pot which contained the stew made from the erstwhile goat. The presiding magistrate took the plea (“not guilty”) and adjourned the case for two weeks. The police took the accused and the soup pot back into custody.
Two weeks later, the case was resumed, with everyone (and everything) present in court except the contents of the soup pot.
“What happened to the exhibit?” the magistrate asked.
The prosecuting police sergeant launched into an explanation about how, faced with the problem of keeping the soup from “turning sour” during the two weeks that the case was adjourned, the constables at the police station had been warming it twice a day, as demanded by good culinary practice.
“As a result of all that heating” the sergeant concluded, “the stew dried up.”
The long and short of it was that the magistrate, as reported by the newspapers, dismissed the case against the accused for want of evidence — which is why I believe the report.