Mother tongue…please don’t forsake me?
“a weh yuh a go?”
I swung around in an exhausting blend of excitement, amusement and anxiety.
“I’m on my way to class” Dammit!! I forced a nervous smile desperately trying to hide my embarrassment and disappointment in my ability to link my thoughts and control my mouth to speak my mother tongue.
The war rages, the conflict continues….the battle between my current voice and my native dialect that is fighting to not be suffocated to the dimensions of my childhood memories.
Balance? Harmony! thats all I seek.
NO not to belong. I have long ago let go of that jovial desire
But to assert! ME
in all its glorious, transcultural self.