If you can’t speak your native language, you’re doomed. Sorry I don’t mean to be alarmist, but no matter how you cut it, it is still a tragedy. If you lose your identity, you neither belong here nor there. And neither do your spawn after you. You’re in an identity purgatory, which is like hell on earth. And you’re doomed.
So. I started thinking this way because someone in my office challenged my command of the Yoruba language. She said to me: Continue reading You Will Speak Yoruba By Force