RANDOM SPIT
The same way western movies subtitle the indigenous languages as chanting, have seen Africans wondering same when one speaks English. Heard some imitating the speaker the way a bird clicks. It's funny how we all think of each other. But have always seen pride in a mother tongue and frustration in completing a sentence in a foreign. So much work in making it right for the owner to read it clearly as my mouth spit, my mind wondering on a better translation.
Nobody sees the war within, battles I win, before I let them thoughts out in a translated version. We learn it but we can't understand it all. What is a say without a deed? How can I talk and live another culture yet put them together in a pot. I just started war inside and got no clue how to end it. I want life it Afro in my head, Yet Anglo on speech like a Westminster.