Humans complain and spread the word that I am disobedient 

They even coined out the simile, “as stubborn as a goat”

But who says I’m stubborn?

Obviously the people who would rather not keep me as a pet 

They see my head and think only of the number of isi-ewu bowls that would be served of it

My intestines and legs are nothing but floating proteins in a pot of pepper soup to them

They lick their lips and let the relish of my flesh linger on their tongue with the savory taste of pepper and spices in their soups

Goat this, goat that, yet they always fail to do without me