Remember the post I first did on this subject sometime around June? Well, here is a continuation..Let me apologize early as I would be bringing you 4 more episodes albeit later..*grins.* One of the perks of living in a state that is not your state of origin is that people always assume everyone is their tribe and should be able to understand their language or because you're in their city, there is a law that mandates its residents to be able to speak and understand that certain language. Nah, broda/ sista e no dey work like that.. Should I fault this? No! On the contrary this has to be to be to my advantage especially when it comes to bargaining at the market. This is common place among the Hausas. I hear buying food stuffs can be that cheap if you know your onions- as in if you can speak basic to fluent Hausa. On the other hand, this could also be a bad idea when you start off a conversation in English and they become offended either tagging you as one who’s ‘forming” not to speak a certain language (Yoruba or Igbo). Hmmm, people can go this far to make such assumptions. That's by the way.
The other day I was at this market, and this brother (onion seller) who obviously wanted to talk idly said “aunty high- heel” in Yoruba and was shocked that the ‘aunty high- heel’ could also cuss in Yoruba. Fancy that! Lol.
Please for the sake of your holiness, if you fall under this category of people that always talk in ‘your own language’ because you think others don’t understand, can you stop making a fool of yourself? Have you not heard of the term “Global Village?” The world is going global, if it hasn’t already, and yes, us black people can even speak Chinese Mandarin, Polish and Hangul just to name a few…If your potty mouth wants to poop so badly, why don’t you just wait until that certain person has left earshot before you can begin any of your talks. Personally, I like to speak English to people upon making acquaintance with them (to avoid any disappointments of having them tell you for instance, I’m not Igbo blah blah blah). And if we start getting chitty- chatty, I can now switch to my native tongue (again, that’s dependent upon the strong and might hands of the Holy Ghost). Picture this. You switch to your native language and the person starts saying your Igbo or Yoruba isn’t close to what they’ve ever heard. Wouldn’t you just stay in the English lane and pretend that that never happened?
P.S Watch out for the subsequent episodes, and I promise that you’d be able to relate to one or all six of them.