Son of the soil
My daughters spent their after schools hours with an African family living close to their school just for 2 days!
I got back home to get shocked with how quick they became hooked to something they have never seen before.
Emmanuella/aunty Success and Mama Ojo and Ojo are now the only things my daughters have been watching since they were introduced to Naija stuffs by this African family.
I have never seen them laugh like the way have been laughing recently. You would think they were born right in Naija as they have started picking up on those nuances and additional ‘jara’ words that Naija people add to the end of their sentences.
Been on the phone with home for almost 90 mins and it was Mama Ojo and Ojo comedies I heard in the background throughout as they are on holiday.
One good thing is that at least I have something to reference to with the way Mama Ojo regularly emails or fax a message to Ojo’s face. At least they will know that Ojo never tried nonsense with his mother and got away with it.
I am only bothered with the mouths of Emmanuella and Success and them picking things up from them. They should not try me sha because I will do Baba ojo for them in no time….non…non…non….nonsense.
Nonetheless, I will let them enjoy the activation of the Africaness and Naijaness in them.
By the way, they learnt on Sunday that poundo yam has a grandfather called Pounded Yam.
They ate and voluntarily went to bed thereafter without begging or forcing them.
Who art thou human before mountain pounded yam, thou shalt be crushed to gentility and sweet dreams.