She walks to you, says something then she smiles as she takes a seat next to you. You return the smile but doesn’t respond.
She looks at you again, wears an even bigger smile, whispers in your ear and smile again clearly showing her izibotho or is it izifoto. Now that makes one curious.
The language barrier that i have witnessed between the Shonas and the Ndebeles is quite sad. For the fact that i can’t speak the language despite loving the language hasn’t made life easier for me.
Its all a blame game but it’s not helping us as a nation. We have called each other names. We have peddled hatred all because we haven’t put in an extra effort to learn each other’s language.
Just as I had gathered enough ammunition to launch my well rehearsed approach, ready to conquer, there was an announcement that we are boarding and had to form a beeline towards the aircraft.
Curiousity got into me but eager to find out what it means i asked this tall gentleman for interpretation (exactly as it was whispered even though i struggled to pronounce the words) as we walked towards the aircraft.
Since he was tall, he bent to look direct into my groin and imagine how i felt when he let out a laugh. I felt embarrassed and was thinking is this the ” Adam and Steve” situation.
He fought back tears.
As i sat down to buckle myself to the seat, it all became clear.
I hope nobody saw my Hammer parked in the garage.