Do not incite my inner Sozigwa now.
The sheer absurdity of the curiously questionable and inevitably ignoble notion that a lack of intimate knowledge of a foreign kaleidoscope of almaganation of many a potpourri of the different leaves of the Indo-European branch of languages, not to mention the various and arbitrary colonial influences coupled with the advent of technological cybersphere, frankly devours any minuscule sense of reason that was by fiat afforded the proponent of any matter on this august and esteemed annal.
That a Maasai warrior whose knowledge of what to eat and not eat, how nuch exercise should his body endure, has kept him from being obese over the millennia, should feel grotesquely self conscious because he does not know a language that does not even follow the rules if logical consistency, is an insult to not only the Maaasai warrior, but more so, to the proponent of the entirety of that very idea in the first place.