I cannot believe how quickly this trip is flying by. I will start with apologies for not writing more. Our connection to the internet has been spotty throughout the trip. Not to mention our days were so full that my brain could not handle much processing before falling asleep. In the next 13 days I promise to make up for lost time.
So I am on the adventure of learning the language of the Ashanti people (Twi). Apparently it must be pretty amusing because as I practice with the people I meet, they all seem to laugh. I don't feel they laugh at me, but with me. The kindest thing most often happens. The let out a shreek-A!, and then say, you speak my language! This point of connection is proving to be invaluable in building relationships. Most often this conversation turns into a mini Twi-lesson where they will help me understand how to say whatever it is I am attempting to communicate. This is followed by a handshake, finger snap, and God Bless as we move along.
The choice of words in stating, "you speak my language". Imagine for a moment the way we handle the English language in America. From most all current political and social stances, we are trying to make precedence that English should be spoken. But I never hear it said with the ownership of "my language". The pride of the tongue. This language is part of me, who I am. It is my heritage and history. It is the words spoken by my ancestors and to be carried on through my children and grandchildren. That is what I hear when they say "my language". Makes me wonder, where is my pride?
The choice of words in stating, "you speak my language". Imagine for a moment the way we handle the English language in America. From most all current political and social stances, we are trying to make precedence that English should be spoken. But I never hear it said with the ownership of "my language". The pride of the tongue. This language is part of me, who I am. It is my heritage and history. It is the words spoken by my ancestors and to be carried on through my children and grandchildren. That is what I hear when they say "my language". Makes me wonder, where is my pride?
Coming from the south (Mississippi), I have for so long tried to deny many things about the cultural heritage that is based in that area. Most often the bigotry and hatred that brought about oppression to people. However, there are many things I love about where I am from and my "southern dialect". There is southern hospitality, strong family roots, and beaches :). My experiences here definitely have me evaluating my life. They are teaching me to appreciate who I am and share that with others. As humans we have so many dimensions. The complexity of life allows us to encounter many people much different than ourselves. This moments of human connection are a change to share and celebrate the diversity. The Ghanaian people I have met are so open to that experience...I hope to mirror such warm and welcoming demeanor in my steps as well.
So until then, I read my books on Twi in secret so that I can practice with my newest community :)
Be well,
Kwame Tim
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