Amongst so many differences here I find it comforting to see the similarities; albeit small, they are similarities nonetheless. Sometimes it is a church hymn that I recognize being sung in Gbaya or French other times its that Fufu (balls of corn meal that is eaten with every meal) is very similar to polenta. Grandma and Grandpa Zanrosso would love it!
Yesterday was no exception. I was singing to Dieudonne, "This Little Piggie went to the market, this little piggie went to the zoo, this little piggie had roast beef and this little piggie has none. And this little piggie cried ALL THE WAY HOME!!!" As I ended the song with tickling Dieudonne, he couldn't stop laughing. His mom, my landlord's wife, looked at me and started singing a similar song in Gbaya, a local language.
I smiled hearing the song in Gbaya. Although I had no idea what exactly she was singing, it was something that I knew.
Friday, February 1, 2013
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