Mimiey
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- Jul 27, 2021
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Its 10 years from now, we; the 90’s kid are the parents. They made believe that to be classified as properly educated we had to learn in English, some of us did ,most of us remained in our public schools but as we grew up we too believed private schools where English was enforced were better not knowing we were waving goodbye to our identity.
We have kids that have no idea what “mwenda tezi na omo marejeo ungamani” means , I have no idea what it means ,my poor kids
We get back to good evening mom and dad and our local languages forgotten and the good air of respect is reduced ,the heritage is now history that does not even exist because who reads books with all the internet ,and why listen to our grandmothers when all these media networks give us the thrill
I am almost a mother,” in shaa Allah” but the fact that all my thoughts are written down in this language I am using; scares me. What will my kids learn of our heritage from me? Do I just rip everything from them, rob off their identity in the name of globalization, make them believe that what was ours was never good enough we had to learn a language and recipes that never were our own, it comes with the good stuff but most of it leaves us in a constant cycle of being in times like those in the times of the “majimaji” wars and presence of puppets that existed as our own.
Do I tell them that we are not good enough or do I hide under the umbrella of globalization make them believe we are one, ignoring the fact that our oneness is a product of our unique identities? Say to them that without identity we are lost because we don’t .belong, not here never there.
Mwana*
We have kids that have no idea what “mwenda tezi na omo marejeo ungamani” means , I have no idea what it means ,my poor kids
We get back to good evening mom and dad and our local languages forgotten and the good air of respect is reduced ,the heritage is now history that does not even exist because who reads books with all the internet ,and why listen to our grandmothers when all these media networks give us the thrill
I am almost a mother,” in shaa Allah” but the fact that all my thoughts are written down in this language I am using; scares me. What will my kids learn of our heritage from me? Do I just rip everything from them, rob off their identity in the name of globalization, make them believe that what was ours was never good enough we had to learn a language and recipes that never were our own, it comes with the good stuff but most of it leaves us in a constant cycle of being in times like those in the times of the “majimaji” wars and presence of puppets that existed as our own.
Do I tell them that we are not good enough or do I hide under the umbrella of globalization make them believe we are one, ignoring the fact that our oneness is a product of our unique identities? Say to them that without identity we are lost because we don’t .belong, not here never there.
Mwana*