Even a Personal Goat Photographer

On the fifth day after my arrival, umeme (electricity) was finally connected, and I made one of the most significant decisions of my life - to go to the shop and photograph a goat in a freezer. Progress, frost, and a goat - none of these can be stopped, not even in Mbogoi.
In the shop, which is practically just one room in a house, sat Ndari as usual, often saying an unsurprised "Yeaaah?" while staring blankly at his phone. He had been replaying his favorite Tanzanian song - rhythmically tangled and melodically intricate—for what felt like the 256th time. Ndari is quite an entertaining Maasai. He doesn’t know when he was born; by his own estimation, he’s "about maybe approximately" 25 years old. Recently, he got into a fight and now owes a fine of 200,000 shillings and two goats. For a cow herder like Ndari, that’s about four months' wage — a significant sum.
So, he started working in the shop, where the pay is slightly better.  Ironically, about a month later, someone beat up Ndari, but the offender didn’t have to pay a fine because, as the saying goes, no blood, no foul.  Progress, frost, and a goat - none of these can be stopped, not even in Mbogoi. With a vacant stare, he scrolled through his phone, looping his favorite Tanzanian song — a chaotic mix of rhythm and melody - once again.
"I go to take picture of goat to the fridge." I casually tell Ndari, just to keep the conversation flowing. Ndari lifts his head briefly, looks at me, and asks, "God?" before turning back to his phone.
Yes, it’s me - the almighty mzungu, personal photographer of God in a freezer.