10 Reasons To Not Speak Your Native Language in America

This post is a flipside part of my monthly “10 Reasons” blog argument. The first part of the argument is HERE, and you should probably read it first.


IMG_269310. People feel uncomfortable when you speak a “strange” language around them.

9. If you don’t already know how to speak it, or speak it correctly, how would you speak it?

8. English already has enough speakers? Perhaps not enough. And in any case, how many people understand your “African” language?

7. You could be mistaken for a terrorist.

6. If you’re gonna be in America for a long time, you may as well put the language in a safe cooler.

5. It brings you close to those who share your background and cultural similarity? Yes, but do they want to be close to you on the basis of language? Not really.

4. According to a new research finding, the new generation will rebel against your language use anyway, so what’s the point.

3. The American diversity includes only basically one other language. And it’s Spanish.

2. It’s not always easy to speak, if one thinks in English most of the time.

1. Nobody cares.


Bye bye November

10 Reasons To Speak Your Native Language in America

10. You can exclude other people whenever you want.IMG_2496

9. You can learn it without having to pay money, so why not?

8. English already has enough speakers.

7. There’s no better way to be unique in a strange land.

6. It gives you practise, because if you don’t use it, you lose it.

5. It brings you close to those who share your background and cultural similarity.

4. You are sustaining a cultural legacy onto a new generation.

3. It encourages/promotes diversity.

2. It’s easier to speak.

1. It shows that you’re still in touch with “home”.

This Week

Class is winding down in three weeks’ time, but in my case, work will officially close on Monday the 7th of December when all assignments and essays are due for submission. For the final paper, the students have been given two distinct essays to write. The first one – which is unrelated to an anonymous teacher assessment form that they will all have to complete about me anyway at the end of the term – is a standard sized essay which must detail their most memorable experiences in the Yoruba language class. Their essay must say what they learnt, what they wished they had learnt, what their expectations were at the beginning of the course and whether or not it had been met by the end, what they liked and what they hated about the course and about learning the language and culture. They have been given the liberty to be free with whatever they express, but they must write something, and it counts for their assessment, I said.

The second essay, which is mostly academic is a short story that has been decided on as the main final examination. In the beginning of the course, I had made them read a short story titled “Why Atide is Talking To A Coin” by Anja Choon, and write an essay on what they learnt from it. The story is one written by a German friend of mine for her Yoruba language and culture course under Karin Barber in Birmingham, and it gave me a tour of the students’ mind about how they perceived the culture. Since then of course, we have also completed summaries of Toyin Falola’s A Mouth Sweeter Than Salt, an autobiographical novel this time written by a Yoruba man about experiences growing up in Nigeria of the 60s and 7os. The short stories previously submitted by my students but which I have now returned to them with my notes of correction all detail their own imaginative truths about Yoruba people, expressed in nine individual interesting short stories. They are as diverse as they are original. Though written in English, the instructions were followed that the characters must bear Yoruba names, must use a few Yoruba expressions that must be explained in the glossary, and must express Yoruba cultural sensibilities either in dressing or in demeanour. All I wait to receive now on the last day of class is their final draft and corrections of the stories, which I have also promised them to keep close to me as valuable materials from an unforgettable experience. What would be better – as I told them as well – is to discuss with the head of department about the possibility of making the nine stories into a book, a sort of “Collection of Yoruba Stories from an American Yoruba Language Class”. I like the idea, and they liked it too.

Meanwhile the standard anonymous teacher assessment questionnaire is a regular part of the academic review exercise at the end of the American school term which includes students having to say what they felt about the course, the teacher and the whole learning experience. It would be anonymous so that students are free to say what they feel without fear of future victimization. It always plays a part in deciding whether a member of staff is retained or dropped next year, the teacher in question will also have access to the questionnaire at least to see how his students perceive him. I like the idea, and I think that if the Nigerian educational system would adopt it, there would be less victimization, negligence and random lassitude in our educational system as we have now. No Professor will take his/her student for granted if s/he knows that they are the part of the overall deciders of his future position in that place of work.

But until Monday the 7th, I have two more classes to teach where I may or may not tell them about this blog. Now that they will no more be my students, they might need something to keep in touch with my ideas and progress, especially now that I’ve put on hold till 2010 every of their Facebook friendship request intentions.

Random Quotes

“The eyes believe themselves the ears believe other people.” (German proverb)
“A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age he dies of being a man.” (Miguel de Unamuno)
“I am an eyewitness to the ways in which people relate to themselves and to each other, and my work is a way of scooping and ladling that experience.”
“I am an eyewitness to the ways in which people relate to themselves and to each other, and my work is a way of scooping and ladling that experience.” – Richard Neutra
“History is the study of lies, anyway, because no witness ever recalls events with total accuracy, not even eyewitnesses” – Nancy Pickard
Q: Were you present when your picture was taken? – A court joke
“Silence is as full of potential wisdom and wit as the unshown marble of great sculpture. The silent bear no witness against themselves.” – Aldous Huxley
“You never know how much a man can’t remember until he’s called a ‘witness'”.

CIMG1470“The eyes believe themselves the ears believe other people.” – German proverb

“A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age he dies of being a man.” – Miguel de Unamuno

“I am an eyewitness to the ways in which people relate to themselves and to each other, and my work is a way of scooping and ladling that experience.” – Richard Neutra

“History is the study of lies, anyway, because no witness ever recalls events with total accuracy, not even eyewitnesses” – Nancy Pickard

Q: Were you present when your picture was taken? – A court joke

“Silence is as full of potential wisdom and wit as the unshown marble of great sculpture. The silent bear no witness against themselves.” – Aldous Huxley

“You never know how much a man can’t remember until he’s called a ‘witness'” – Will Rogers.

I’m Thankful For These…

IMG_2160Life

The smell of rain on concrete

Letters in my postbox

Winter jackets

WordPress

When it’s not too cold

Nieces, nephews and cousins

Poetry

Dapo

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New emails from unknown people

Computers

Blogging

Rasheed

Fall

Internet

Vera in her elements

Ifeoluwa

New emails from known people

Bicycles

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Kunle

Blog readers

Unoma

Cars

Ayo Enitan Alabi

Telephone

Non-random Facebook friend requests

Ivor Hartmann

Friends online and offline

Maha Rawan Salem

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Instant messaging

Ben

Lizzy Omote me

SMSes

Skype

Prof. Ogundeji

Cameras

My Chris-es (all of them)

Tayo when she smiles, when she’s generally happy, naughty, or when she threatens to break my head.

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Yemi Adesanya 🙂

Bukkies 😉

“Clarissa”

Rhode Island

Native wears

Adesuwa, when she laughs or giggles.

Lemonade

Twitter following by non-aliens

Popcorn

Pounded Yam

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Omolara

Egusi soup

Pizza

Temite, when her tweet begins with “OMG”

Prof. Afolayan

Buki

Laitan Olatubosun

Dimeji

Richard

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Fabulola when she’s so flippin possessive 😛

Movie theatres

Room A52, Mellamby Hall

LS

Maya Angelou

FLTA Busola

Bola

Tola

Rayo

LaughterIMG_2499

Eugene B. Remond

Mafoya

Delphic

Benches in public parks

Holly

Rudy Wilson

Amatoritsero

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Sara

Hot water

Cindy

Dolphins

Kim

Teddy

Books

DVDs

Street signsIMG_2437

My iPod

Laverne Wilson

234next.com, and their comments section

Francis Egbokhare

Mrs Akintunde

Duvets

Bimbo Benson

That little boy Aloofar, when I make him real raving mad. It reminds me of why I should have had a little brother.

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Socks

Detergent

Quarters and cents

Pillows

Kelly Carlin

Bumight, when she used to leave comments

My students, when they’re not trying to escape our class singing sessions

Adeleke Adesanya

Uche Peter Umez

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My students when they speak Yoruba

Reham, when she’s not being annoying or incomprehensible.

Audrey, when she’s not mistakenly speaking French to me or just being silly unnecessarily 😛

My colleagues at the department

Helen

Chicago

Google Analytics

Ron Schaefer

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Cranberry juice, even though I still don’t know why I buy it.

Grapes! 🙂

Apples

Bike helmets

George Carlin

Turkey, when it’s cooked in Nigerian pepper soup, and not baked the American way.

Belinda Carstens

Geet Vanaiik

Strong women

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Colours

Folasade, when she’s not making funny Yoruba comments on my Facebook pictures

Mohammed Ademilokun when we talk about his favourite subjects

Folake Oyedepo when she’s wearing one of those really nice African attires

Clement Odoje when he speaks his native dialect

Morakinyo when he is a little less tense, or flattering.

Fulbright

Karen Forsyth

Living!

* This my 180th post on this blog since it began in August, and since it’s Thanksgiving, these are a few of the things I’m grateful for, and more. There are so many things to  be thankful for. I don’t think I can exhaust this list.