My Mom gave me a chicken!

Hey everyone! I just got back from the clinic today and carried home a chicken! Yes, a live chicken. I was standing in the clinic, when a woman here named Doris came and gave me a chicken as a gift. She is a Ghanian nurse in the pediatric ward and the first day I came we really connected, because I told her that Doris was my mom's name. She said that I was her daughter here and she was my mom here. :) Today I was so surprised when she brought me a chicken she raised herself. I tried to give it back to her because I know how much her family could use it, but I didn't want to insult her and not let her receive the blessing of giving. So, I took the chicken! Now what do I do with it? So, I walked all the way back to the house with it and it actually grew on me. I named it Hot Rod. Well, there's a story there. What goes around comes around. You see, my real mom back in the U.S., Doris, was given a chicken when she was little and she named her little pet Hot Rod. I've never had a chicken before and thought it would complete the circle of giving chickens with people named Doris. How funny! So, I brought it home and talked with the cook. He said I could have chicken soup tomorrow. So we are! Sadly, my Hot Rod isn't alive anymore. I refrained from seeing him take his last breath. I guess this is what you do out here, you eat things fresh! Now, I have to think of something to do for Doris, my mom here. What can compare to a chicken!!!!!