Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Language In A Multicultural Society
I have a new project in the works. Got briefed today and will be able to talk about it once all the papers are signed and dusted.
All I can say is that it will be my most challenging community-building initiative to date, because the people brought together will help people in crisis and it would be an honour to have played a small role in getting them and their resources together.
The OneLove campaign web site is still going strong and today we're chatting about whether couples who have been together for a long-time should use condoms and whether condom use is a trust issue or a protection issue, and Kwanda, where we give some tips on how to arrange an event to raise community awareness on an issue.
If you're a writer/aspirant writer, you can also check out the update on the campaign to encourage South Africans to read by Zukiswa Wanner.
Finished the chapter by chapter outline of the novel over the weekend. Now I evaluate the first chapter I had to see if it first the rest of the story well, and rewrite where I need to.
DON'T SPEAK TO ME.....
Yesterday I ended up in Yeoville on Rocky Street [see image of Rocky street I took].
Those of you who've heard of that Joburg suburb/been there know it has a reputation for being overcrowded and not quite safe. It's also a melting pot of immigrants from all over Africa, and I suspect that there are as many people living there who speak French as there are who speak English.
Anyhoo, while I waiting in the car for my friend ( we didn't feel comfortable just leaving the car unattended), I saw a very interesting woman. From the front, she looked very ordinary.
BUT, she wore a big sign that covered most of her back from her shoulders to her butt. The sign read: "Speak to me English. Don't speak to me in a local African language and assume that I speak it because I'm Black."
A part of me was horrified by what I perceive as aggression in the message. But, I could so relate with her, because I face the same problem daily and if I had the guts, I'd wear the same sign. Many shop assistants speak Zulu to me, assuming that I know the language because I'm Black and South African. Problem is, I only understand a smattering of Zulu from informal lessons from friends, and get really annoyed when I'm put under pressure to communicate in a language I'm not fluent in.
Usually I retaliate by speaking in my own home language. That tends to revert the conversation to English real fast, because fewer South Africans speak Setswana, and I speak the old version of the language my grandparents spoke (more like Victorian English versus modern English), so even those who usually speak conversational Setswana have a hard time understanding me. Which is why I prefer English, so we're all on the same page.
But going back to the lady with sign, I also thought her sign was more of a deterrent rather than a way to facilitate easier communication. It also made me wonder other things we unintentionally do to discourage conversation with other people.
What do you think?
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