Never the Twain Shall Meet...

It is funny here in Guyana. They say it is an English speaking country and people are very proud of that. They lull us into a false pretense and we all arrive thinking we can get off the plane and get on with things. When one looks, and listens, a little closer though, a new world opens up - that of Creolese.

I seem to spend a lot of my time explaining to different foreigners, both long serving and new, that the general populace do not understand us properly when we speak, and therefore, when and what we teach. I Skeldon, our area is very agricultural and many have only a basic schooling. When I go on studies, I speak Creolese and naturally translate when I read the Bible Teach book into a Creolese slant. I have been criticized for this by some foreign brothers, as they say everyone speaks English and SHOULD learn to do so at a higher level. It is an ongoing debate.

Anyway, thanks to Nikki who posted this on her site, which I have subsequently stolen. It highlights that even in their newspapers, they use Creolese. The kids learn it at school, they speak it in their homes, they speak it to their children, in the street and when they eat. Why can't we speak it when teaching them about Jehovah, reaching for their hearts and not their heads.

Enjoy...

Dem boys seh…Dem gun lef de thiefing money

SEPTEMBER 26, 2012 | BY KNEWS | FILED UNDER DEM BOYS SEH, FEATURES / COLUMNISTS,NEWS

There is a true, true saying, Failure is an orphan, success has many parents. When a man become successful and get plenty money he does get nuff relatives. Dem got people who only got to hear that somebody rich and dem does identify demself as some far off cousin sister pickney.
Dem got all description fuh how dem tun relative.
Tek de case wid de doctor wha dead. He still deh in de parlour waiting fuh somebody bury he. Is when people hear bout de money he got in de bank and de property he own all over de country is then dem come. Some come from England, some come from Australia, from South Africa and one come from Papua New Guinea. Some of dem ain’t know wheh dem come from.
Dem boys seh that dem never know that de man had so much family. One woman come from America and claim how she is de dead man daughter. Dem boys sure is a man name Peter, called Petes fuh short, who bring she in.
She ain’t know she mother name, she ain’t know she date of birth and she ain’t know wheh she born. Dem had other relatives tun up but when de parlour people ask dem some question dem go home fuh come back and never come back.
Well dem boys seh that dem got nuff people who gun end up like de doctor. Tek de Bees, especially de big Bee. Dem tek so much from de treasury and through dem contract that dem got more money than dem and four generation can spend. Some of dem ain’t got a chick or a child because dem couldn’t get.
Imagine when Bharrat pass on and people coming fuh claim that dem is he children. Then dem got de other Bees. People gun find out that dem dead and forge documents. Dem same Bees use to forge contracts and collect money without doing any work. Some of dem, like de fat one, even forge de children birth certificate.
Well imagine de line fuh claim de palace at Sparendaam, or de wine parlour pun Lamaha Street. That is because fuh all de thiefing nobody can’t carry nutten when dem dead. That is why when some of dem realize that dem gun dead and lef all of that dem gun bawl pun dem dying bed. That is when dem gun got to prepare to answer to Peter, not Petes.
Talk half and put back wha all yuh thief while you got time.

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