I
love being an African because there is just no place like the motherland. If
there ever was anything that the continent was generously endowed with, doing
the unbelievable has to be it. Seriously! Sometimes I wonder if people even
stop to think before they do what they do or if they just go with the flow and unwittingly
provide content for humour for us poor souls.
Take our English names for
example. I am pretty sure it is only in Africa where you will find people with
mean parents giving their children names that are just unbelievingly comical.
Take Liberty, Honesty, Godknows, Needmore, Nomatter, Norest, Reason,
Moreblessing, Lovemore, Intergrity, Nomore and Givemore for instance. My
favourite is our Nigerian president’s name – Goodluck Jonathan. Really? These
are not even the worst of them. Ever heard of Moreboys, Chemistry, Forward,
Atonement, Fact, Trust, January, Trymore, Wisdom, Only, Thanks, Takesure,
Amazing, Nevilite, Tryness, Kindness, Reality and Kingdom? Like I said, only in
Africa!
Brand names are another object of
abuse by our fellow peoples. You hear people referring to all types of
toothpaste as Colgate, all types of washing powder as Surf, all types of fabric
softeners as Sta Soft, all types of scouring powder as Vim, all types of floor
polish as Cobra and all types of juice as Mazoe. Unbelievable! The funny thing
would be when you find yourself doing just that. One of the main reasons is
usually that if you try to use the proper product name, you might find yourself
having a serious communication breakdown. Only in Africa my friend!
I might say that incredibly wrong
English statements are becoming the continent’s specialty. Ever heard people
say “please borrow me…” when in actual fact they want to say “please lend me…”,
or “I will borrow you” when they mean that they want to lend you. My skin still
crawls every time I hear “cousin brother” and “cousin sister”, regardless of
how many times I have heard it already. “He bored me” is by all means the most
classic. What this individual means is that he/she was annoyed. And where in
the world people got laughicious, conscientise and irregardless, I can only
wonder.
You also know that you are
definitely in Africa when you hear an “err” sound in the middle of a word.
Like, “berrg” for bag, “ferrct” for fact. My favourite, is when people put the
“ey” sound. Like “heyd” for heard, “cheych” for church, and “teyn” for ten. The
logic totally defies me, but perhaps to the person saying it, it sounds very
right.
That is our beloved Africa for
you. No place like it.
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