There really is nothing like finding a new thing to get annoyed about to improve my mood. Today’s chestnut of delight is something that appears to be proudly South African and is growing faster than a dassie being force-fed a steady diet of steroid-addled squirrels.
South Africa has shown remarkable fortitude and resilience over the last quarter of a century. It continues to face enormous challenges but remains an extraordinary place to live. Culturally, however, it is difficult to keep eleven official languages alive and thriving and inevitably there have been cutbacks. In a desperate bid to claw back some of the money wasted on Nkandla it seems the country has gone on the offensive.
Faster than you can say poached rhino words are being culled.
I can reveal the first victim of this killing spree.
There are no ares any more.
Or, as it would no doubt be written in print media and on facebook posts or heard in the casual conversation between a recently graduated white sangoma and an unassuming wire bender by the side of a busy road, There no ares any more.
Here are some examples of phrases you can expect to encounter on a daily basis.
When you leaving please let me know
Where you going?
Why you bothering to write this blog?
And, my personal favourite which receives maximum manglement points…
They on they way to town with they kids
It. Drives. Me. Mad.
I was slowly coming to terms with the spelling mistakes the preposterous apostrophes and the garbled grammar (that’s just in my own work) but this is tipping me over the edge.
IT’S NOT THAT HARD! YOU DUMBING THE LANGUAGE DOWN FOR OUR KIDS AND WE NOT GOING TO STAND BY AND SEE THEY EDUCATION SUFFER