It was the summer
of 2008 in South Africa our first child had just started play school. Barely a
year and half, she was learning to make simple sentences. Initially, we thought
that the funny sounding words she sometimes spoke were attempts
at speaking Igbo. We eventually figured out that she was speaking bits of
several South African languages...but not Igbo.
assumed that since we spoke Igbo at home that our children would naturally pick
it up. This was not the case. In direct contr...
When I was a teenager, my family took a
road trip to Jos, the capital of Plateau state in Nigeria. It was all exotic and fun, having lived all
my life in Igbo land. The changing scenery, weather, dressing, and language of
the people we saw, all attested to the fact that we were a long way from home.
However one of the most striking events for me was visiting a research institute
where my father had worked as a research officer.
On entering the institute, an elderly Hausa
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