Really, I’m then now asked to write about languages?
Like, could I not write about Peter Pan and savoury sandwiches?
I mean I’d rather stand in front of a pan and cook sausages.
But, my language is the roots to my sanities.
And I don’t give a damn bout people who tease.
That people that make you lay in bed and cuddle a fleece.
I am Shona and I want you to take that.
I’m a scholar and I’m going to concentrate on that.
I can speak Mandarin and Xhosa.
And I’m proud. I don’t force that.
Cause speaking it is as nice as milktart.