Carrying This Language

In the place we live, this language is truly, truly carried by our mothers. The men have let down this language, they’ve let down their people and their ancestors. But is it that really? If you think about it, they are only following in the footsteps of their ancestors, the adaptability, and willing to do different things is what led to us, and now they are following the same onto greener pastures. Are they not?

The women however, they talk, they discuss, they advice, and they gossip to each other. They speak to their relatives, their sisters, mothers, aunts much more than the men do. The men speak to their friends. That crucial difference has led to the erosion of the subject matter in the minds of most men. They pick up, the other one, or the one of the land, or the one of the state, or the one of the country, as required, to do business, as required by their friend group (of which we are an overwhelming minority almost always, if not alone), as required by their jobs. This leads them to be.. lets say deficient, in communication in the tongue that we should be more than sufficient in. Its a sad reality, but I can’t tell if it really is that sad.

Our mothers are our shining lights in this regard. The words I’ve heard from my mother, my friends could never replicate, my dad could never replicate. The females in our community continue to uphold the legacy, and only in discussions with them do we actually pick up what we’re missing. But somehow, they’re also the most self spiteful, insecure, and in desire of moving on from it, despite not doing so funnily enough, because they dont have a reason enough to usually, or a medium to practice moving away from it.