08 Apr 2007 |
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I had just newly arrived in the country, and I needed to get a job so I could start a new life in my newly adopted country, but before I could say Jack Robinson trials became my baptism. It slowly ate up my self confidence. It was my spoken English, suddenly it had become a major issue, as if constantly being the odd black one out in a sea of white faces wasn’t enough, crossing the border of English language had become mission impossible, if it was colour alone maybe I would have considered a Michael Jackson face lift, but this was spoken language, a surgical replacement of my tongue would have been enough. But, desperately I now needed my English to cross the border. I needed to start calling this place home I had decided; the affectation had to come effortlessly, there had to be a touch of sophistication in my spoken English to enable me hit the big time and it had to be for real. I came here for the Canadian dream; it was almost becoming a nightmare. I knew I had to spend the rest of my life here, I had run from Nigeria because of malaria, and I wasn’t sure the folks back home would eradicate malaria in my lifetime, so I wasn’t going back soon. Later this month, I would be finishing my courses in spoken language; I had employed teachers that taught me the subtleties of expressions in the language, folks have worked with me on my journey to cross the border, and gradually the results are beginning to pay of, when I am at a bar people say I find it easier to order, when I am at an eatery I have no problems choosing the menu, neither is it a problem when I am at Starbucks and ordering that coffee, but they really can’t place the African accent anymore, I don’t have to repeat myself several times. But, when I tell them I am from Nigeria, you must be joking they say, you speak even better than the British! Folks, when is your English going to cross the border? I am curious because it has become a challenge for many Africans, talented, smart and with degrees that count like a thermometer. I met Chibiagozi in one of my adult classes, she worked in one of the oil multi-nationals before she moved over here, she made a kill in Port Harcourt she claims, a tall well bred and beautiful damsel, she is ebony rich, and fully fitted in all the right places, but her one weakness is her English is yet to cross the border. Adey Wapa is another effizy brother. He says he is of noble birth, but anytime he pronounces chewing gum, I have to correct him. It is always a very awkward moment, when I tell him, Adey you can do better, it is not shewing gum, but chewing gum. It gets worse when we are at Christian Fellowships. He burns with a lot of passion for the Lord, but his many quips are lost on the audience, but when is Wapa’s English going to cross the border? Chibiagozi and Adey Wapa mirror the frustration of some Nigerians moving overseas just like me. We are among the increasing number of Nigerians that are part of the immigrant community in Canada that are having problems fully integrating into the society where effortless spoken English is required. I am told English may not be necessary in years to come though since the world is gradually Chinese, the production going on in China they say has helped populate the world with basic commodities in the western world, I am being told it will soon be the next killer language that would further enrich our experience, the massive shift to international languages is taking place in business schools. But before this massive shift takes place, when is the quality of my everyday experience going to get better. Moving overseas presents its challenges; there are many folks like me that seek the rich experience of a multicultural society - the diversity of the culture, unlike the people that have narrowed their options to informal economies and live and breed in ethnic enclaves across major cities in North America. But, there is hope if you are willing to try – It is the good news I bring to the village. There is the need to challenge ourselves; you can tune up your spoken English if you care and if you make the effort. I was discussing the issue with a friend recently, but basically it has been hard getting through to him. Etim has made so much effort to get a lucrative job, but each time he keeps getting turned down at interviews. He has loads of them. He is doing pretty well by all measures, but he is more qualified than most of his colleagues, he is the go to guy when you are stuck at his office. But, Etim’s English is yet to cross the border. He spent a week at my pad recently; I remember an earlier morning conversation when he called to follow up on one of his interviews. I had been worried a bit about him, and I decided to listen on this one call, the lady he spoke with told him categorically he did well in every aspect of the interview, but they had problems about his spoken English. I remember asking Etim, man mi wetin happen, wetin those folks talk? As if I knew what was coming, Etim told me, they are bloody racists you know, but when I inquire further he still wouldn’t tell me the reason why he was refused the job. He witnessed my speech lessons, early in the mornings when I woke and was busy listening to my DVD over and over again and straining hard to pronounce some words in the correct manner. He finds it funny, and ego wouldn’t let him. I have suggested immersion courses for him. He left a message that he had something important to talk about on my answering machine yesterday, and my instincts tell me he might be slowly coming around. Folks, let us cut the crap, when you are in Rome you behave like the Romans. Let us polish up our acts, let us try and be better at everything we do. This life is one experience we may never have another opportunity. It is important we cross that border, so that finally when God calls we know we have run a good race, what is life after all if we can do a complete make over. It is about making yourself competitive, it is not only working on those pectorals, neither is it working on those abs, you can also work on the tongue so your English can finally cross the border. I bet you if you stick with my advice, you might have no need for going back home, if there is nothing else left for you back there. Life is worth living to the fullest out here. The baby steps can start with your struggles to make your English cross the border. Postscript: The summer is fully booked for me; it might be my spoken English might be paying dividends. I will be on the golf course for most of my time off in the summer, and I will be keenly learning the other new ways afresh. Deola Ndanusa deola.ndanusa@gmail.com
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