Look at that girl, when she speaks it’s almost as if she is speaking through her nose. They say she went to one of these foreign lands and learnt to speak that way, from the land. She doesn’t really speak much nowadays to us like she used to when we were young because she said she says she forgot how to speak our language.
She was what they called musalala now and conversing with us maSRB, those with a strong rural background would undermine her status among her friends. Even the way she behaves is so strange, but then again how can she say she can’t speak her own language.
She said she had a big house there in England where she lived with a white man and went to fancy places for dinner. We don’t know but she talks about this place called pizza hut, I know for sure a hut is thatched so I don’t know what was so special that they cook in that hut that we don’t cook in our own huts.
Sometimes you see her talking to this tiny phone in her hands and she calls it a mobile phone but I think they are called cellular but ours seem much bigger. I have seen that businessman who drives a pajero with one of them when he was trying to court me and trying to impress me. She just looks silly though because she keeps pacing up and down, throwing hands in the air like some crazy woman. She especially goes under the mango tree and says the reception is better there, I presume then that mango tree has special powers.
Also she keeps talking about playing at the beach as if we don’t have our own beaches, after all we grew up playing there and we still play there now. She just likes showing off.
Yesterday Eddie also arrived from London, so I went to ask him about England too but I was not sure if he too could still be able to understand me. I went anyway, Eddie spoke fluent shone. How could it be, he went to England 10 years before that girl and he was fluent? Then he told us, she never had a nice house, but lived in a room with different people. She was not even working in an office like she says but was looking after some old people and getting silly money. Eddie does not even think those clothes are expensive but I told him they were label because they were written Primark. He laughed and told me it’s the cheap shop, Edgar’s was much more expensive so he suspects she must have gotten them from a charity shop. He says a charity shop is like mupedzanhamo only that they look like shops and not market stalls like my mothers.
Silly girl, now I will never admire her, I wonder if everyone in England goes to mupedzanhamo and lies about it. Better for me I enjoy my mother land, because these winds of change England make u do and behave crazy