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Tuesday, November 13, 2012 || 10:16 PM
So I've been told that whenever I'm talking to my mom, I speak with a Grenadian accent. I'm not really conscious of it, I guess because its not a heavy accent like hers, but I have kinda noticed it. I also realized that it's not just with my mom, it's with any Grenadian person who can understand the lingo. Its weird because it's not like a trying to fit in kinda thing. I guess growing up hearing certain things just sticks with you.
So as you guys probably know, I've been sick for a few days and this cold has been kicking my ass and west indian people always have some damn home remedy for every illness and it's always some bush you have to boil and some concoction you have to drink or some crazy shit like that. So of course, JP had one such remedy and, well...here's what happened.
JP: "ah goin an make you some soup. If you de drink de bush when ah tell you, you de done cough ahready"
Me: "yea right. Ah tell you already, ah go jail you for medical malpractice. And if your soup kills me, I'm gonna haunt your ass" JP: "you tink so? Ah hoppin de plane an goin straight in Grenada" Me: "so what happen? You think ghost can't ride plane? Doh worry"
At which point we both started cracking up because really, ghosts on planes? That's like, mad funny. But I digress.
So I was talking to a friend who's also Grenadian and it was so funny because when I told him about that conversation, he just laughed and said "she go lash you" like a true Grenadian. I think that's like the funniest thing ever. And it's nice to talk to someone who understands the culture and who doesn't call me rude for telling my mom I'm gonna haunt her if her soup kills me. I think that's perfectly appropriate. You should always be honest with your parents, they'll respect you more for it it in the long run. Well, I can only speak for my parents. Maybe your parents like being lied to. But like it or not, nutmeg babies will always tell it like it is. What can I tell you? Just gotta deal with it. Labels: friends and fam, in real life, stranger than fiction |