19 YEARS LATER (PART 2 Know thy mothertongue : Lesson learnt!!)

Home is where the heart is, but that's not the case with me right now. Home is where my Mama  is, and i clearly miss home. And before you start  teasing me, i know that am still my mum's  kid even if i grow old and gray. Its been a month since i left Nairobi and i wouldn't be human if i said i don't   miss it it there.

Kigali for the past month has been an experience to treasure, unfortunately i have been confined to the city and haven' had a chance to go to another province yet,but i will soon .

I don' t know where to begin in describing my experience here,so i decided to post about the weird and almost funny experiences i have had.
The funny scenerios i keep finding myself in have been when my when relatives think i have no knowledge of Kinyarwanda. But even with my attempts to show my proficiency in speaking my mothertongue, i still confuse them.Most recently was when i fell sick with the flu and had a fever.Later that day, i got a call and the other person on the line asked me how i was feeling, i simply replied that i was feeling much better and that my fever had gone "Umuriro washize"  the  next thing  i hear is her asking me whether there's electricity in the house or  if the electricity  prepaid meter reads zero. ???????????????????? how n why???????? Apparently i had said " the electricity  has left"  Shock on me!! And some people i have met have even told me i have a funny accent??!!!
Another recent experience was when i entered  a shop to buy  sweets and when i was asked how many, i gava a response in Kiswahili without even noticing, lucky for me Kiswahili is Bantu, phew! Though the shopkeeper started looking at me weirdly.

And having started an internship here, the  most terrifying  experience is picking up a call and taking seconds just to construct a sentence in pure kinyarwanda without a word of english or swahili.. Sometimes its so hard not to have the inclination to mix them both up, i guess its the force of habit.
I have therfore learnt my lesson, never take mothertongue for granted!
On a much much lighter note,it feels great to act like a tourist in your own country, its  something  i did today and it felt silly but i had fun *evil grin* Soooo.... i went into a restaurant and sat down. The waiter came over with the menu and after a few seconds came back to take my order, i don't know what came over but when  he spoke kinyarwanda  i pretended not to understand what he said so i kept asking him  about a specific order in English.. he was replying with "yes" and "no" only , i quickly stopped the torture and finally ordered. I gained nothing from that but.. at the moment it was fun!

PART 3 COMING SOON!!!!!!!