This life don tire me self... Person just broke like mad, no money, nothing nothing. Person go see fine girl he no go feat call her to toast, na so so yahoo guys them they follow... For area, no respect again, na so so gramma person they speak up and down, na grammar they wan shop ? All d YAMU girls way person they manage for area self don they run, na so so money then they demand. They prefer going-out with OKADA man that will give them sure daily cash than a broken-ass-educated nicca... Which kind life be dis. And I be wan do yahoo, but my pastor they tell me say he no good, say make I wait for God, then I ask, na so God far from me reach way he never reach my side since... Dis life just they tire me by d day... He don reach 1 year way I fork last, brother, how person go they way he no go they fork regularly, waiting I come they do for dis world... Brother, find me work or find me something...

Even though this guy was serious, I had to laugh especially about d woman part...

Omo dis small girl go enjoy till she die ni oooo... I can't imagine d quality & varieties of foods way go they inside that her food basket way she they hold. When my nephew they here they pack kulikuli and garri put for pocket go school... God, pls pick up d call so that I no go suffer make my children come they again...

Obinovictor:
Well, it's not your fault that you speak that way but you can help yourself by polishing that accent a bit. You can do it.

Thanks bro

I WAS SERIOUSLY CONDEMNED TODAY FOR HEAVY REFLECTION OF MY DIALECT ON MY TONGUE...

I'm a native of ilesa. I was born and bred in ilesa community dominated by typical ijeshas and who have come of age for that matter. Therefore, that I have heavy reflection of ijesha dialect on my tongue shouldn't be a revelation that should ring alarm in amazement in any manner. Whenever I speak outside or in the course of interaction in general yoruba, people do sense that I have a reflection of a particular dialect on my tongue but they do find it difficult to know the actual dialect until I tell them. A lot of my friends know me for this and they are mastered to the way I talk. How ever, here come a woman who couldn't hide her virulence towards my person. She condemned me badly...''He can not even change his tongue to hide the reflection of his dialect, did he go to school at all, he only went to school but school did not pass him, that's very worst of him, omo oko and bla bla bla''. After feeling condemned for a while, I relaxed to ask myself that when did a reflection of my forefather's diction on my tongue becomes a sin and when did been a typical symbol of one's society becomes a social abomination. At first, I took her serious and was stylishly giving up to inferiority until a question found its way to my thinking " will her sophistication in talking make her more human-being than I do ?" Clearly, since the answer is capital NO then I owe no one apology and penitence for who i am.

Honestly, I can modify and window-dress my self to integrate into the modern dictates of socialization but chosenly, i never hypocritically edit myself to satisfy some set who are censoriously ready to sit on my ulterances to laugh repeatedly, since life is too short and live to gratify anybody is far from the content of order of activities scheduled for my lifespan.

To me, condemning the dialect that warmly ramp my diction which is a direct result of a particular societal influence and socialization is a product of "light reasoning'' and act of illiteracy.

I never said there should be no laughter if my ulterances come-fort with amusement but nailing it to abnormality is what I regard as "ORIGINAL ABNORMALITY".

So, I wish to ask, is it ok to feel ashame of one's crude native assent or is feeling ashame of one's native dialect and assent an act of inferiority ?


Lalastical pls do the needful...