Then there are these ladies and gentleman who always speak in english; broken and fumbled english-with vocabulary picked by the road and put together with cellotape and masking tape, even at informal and unnecessary settings. They do this not to pass the message, but to belittle those around them. Am in a mathree heading to shags. The mathree has 19% villagers, including I. The other 80% are interior villagers, like my great grandmother nyasikari and my friends grandmother maritha nyaguoma. The rest 1% are these two very urban ladies who are chatting loudly at the back seat, in english that has been welded with office glue. One of the ladies be like aki oh my gos jana the parry was awww! Did you see that dude?? Aww he was hawt like gos! Lmao Blah blah The other chic be like, aki swiry si you know how to twerk, i was like siiiiit!!(shit) blah blah. The matatu was held at attentive hostage by these two! Since the conductor couldnt reach those at the back, he requests some guy to take the fare ero madam miyauru pesa amii kondakta(please give me your cash i pass to the conductor), the lady responds jeez ive sat vibaya, so you gonna have to like wait till i shukaa pouwa??. The guy begs pardon nyako sikul nokanyono, lakini angeyo mana is you is say is what??? As a good samaritan i decide to be the translator for this poor guy, damsels, this male homo sapien sapien, in whom the conductor has subordinated the duty of aquiring fiscal, finds your speech incomprehensible and audially unpalatable, because his level of literacy is not commensurate with the anthropology of lingua you extrapolate from your buccal cavties. Actually majority of the hominids within this public automobile dont fathom your alien dialect.. That said, the two girls told the poor guy ero mii kondakta pesa. then they hibernated into silence for the rest of the journey. Jaduong
Posted on: Mon, 26 May 2014 19:13:33 +0000
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