Showing posts with label Culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Culture. Show all posts

Thursday, 9 February 2017

Rantings of the youngest child



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 Is it fair?The youngest in the family are usually entitled the smallest share of anything (especially food). Would that be the reason for my seemingly stinginess?  If I have the chance to have a large chunk of food to myself, I do not really mind eating all alone. The very thought of seeing larger shares going to your elder ones requirs discipline. It takes someone contented and disciplined to overlook this. Back then, it got to the point that sometimes I don't follow due process, since I know that I would take the least share , why bother? I will just carry my two legs and take what is mine (the smallest) and go quietly.

 As a toddler, I did not notice this trend but as I grew older it became an issue. It was either I do not look at my older ones share lest I feel bad or I just swallow my grievances and enjoy whatever I was offered.   That I became programmed to take the smallest share of everything in the house. I just naturally believed anything small was mine, no dispute.  That was how my mind was programmed. What ever was small and least belonged to me.

My parents are staunch believers of culture and tradition.  It is even very strict and more enforced judging that they both elder ones in their family so they have younger ones. That means they really do not understand what it means to be the youngest.

They believe that there must always be demarcation between the oldest and youngest. I actually grew up to the tunes of you are the youngest, are you mates? Why do you crave for the lion share of everything, don't you know that you are the youngest? And the likes.

Sometimes I wonder if tradition could be broken and may be equity and equality is allowed. Would that give room for disrespect?  In a way, probably so and in another way, probably not.If I had the same thing as those older than me does that really mean we were on the same level? It is not the case of knowing your place and giving respect to whom respect is due.

Some homes do not see this tradition as a big deal. While some prefer that older ones would give part of their shares to the youngest, others allow the youngest to do the sharing for the older ones to make their  choice. I do not know sha but I would definitely understand the plight of my youngest child knowing that I have gone through the tradition and survived. It taught me to be contented, may be stingy and put others need before myself.


Saturday, 8 October 2016

Who English epp?(Unfading of our Indigenous language)





Growing up was fun. From infancy to adulthood, every experience has shaped me into the individual I have become. However, my life story is incomplete without a sheer regret.That is my inability to be fluent in my native dialect. Even with both parents from the same tribe and same village, I should have been in better position to be a Pro in my dialect but the reverse is the situation. Well, I'm still very much a learner. Shey it is better late than never.

I was surprised when I visited a colleague in her house, her two-year-old daughter was speaking Yoruba language fluently. Mind you she is from a much learned family. I was like wow. Had to ask how come? Her mother told me that her grandma made it mandatory that from the onset that it is good for children to know how to speak their mother tongue. At home was strictly for their mother tongue, then in school she could learn swi swi swi...wanna...gonna as it applies. Not bad if you ask me.It was the ease at which her daughter spoke the language that really caught my attention.

While some parents would frown at the idea of local dialect as unrefined, some others value the need and importance. I choose to go with the latter. No matter how educated you are, you should still go back to your roots. It is an advantage if both parents are from mixed tribes then their offspring could learn both languages if not one, abi?Some indigenous languages have dominated the minority ones. If proper care is not taken some indigenous languages would just fade out and nobody would place them in history.

 The English language is not bad itself but it should not replace what is rightfully ours. After all who English epp?(On a more serious note,It helped me pass JAMB, WAEC,  land admission in University,get toasters??? pass my exams and get a job) I must say that someone who cannot speak English fluently is a big turn-off sha.  The English language is our lingua franca and mode of communication no doubt but our indigenous language still have their roles and relevance in our society.

I think I was made to believe that knowing how to speak oyibo made you appear polished and educated. Well, it might be true to an extent but we all know that indigenous language is deeper than what we imagine. It has broken enmity. In time past, people were saved from war and ethnic disputes because of their ability to converse in their native tongue. Indigenous language creates a bond. It is a means of identification. Our identity. Our word. It is our culture. Our pride. It is our heritage. It promotes unity and mutual trust.

There are many scenarios native dialect has helped. Is it in the market when you can form ally with seller just because you are her town's person? Or is it when you want to speak in codes to prevent amebos(gossips) from prying into your matter? Even our proverbs sound better and meanings pass across deeply in our indigenous language? Have you tried worshipping/praising  God in your native dialect, it is sweeter and deeper?After all God understands all languages.

What of our native names? Names are better expressed in our native dialect. Long as they may seem, they hold deep revelations and strong affirmations.Their meanings are deeply felt.Even the shortened forms are lovely...

What do you think of our indigenous language?