The Mother Tongue – A Diasporian Crisis: Part I

On a hot Saturday afternoon somewhere in a western US city, my friend and I are standing in front of a Tewahdo Church chatting about everything, when suddenly out of nowhere his three sons jump in to greet us. “What’s up, guys! Where’ve you been?” asks their dad, eager to introduce me to them. “At the Tigrigna School,” answers one of the boys. “Good, good, very good! and how was it?” asks back their dad. “Boring, boring, boring,” they answer, screaming almost in unison. There is nothing my friend can say or do other than forcing himself a disappointed grin and shake his head disapprovingly. Not the best time to get introduced; might as well get inside the church and cool down.

The Mother Tongue – A Diasporian Crisis: Part I

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