I was just sitting and staring at the roof (Tuesday after lunch is mighty boring) and this lady next to me starts humming some old nursery tune (don't ask me why!..si there's a skamares tune guys dunda to in the clubs nowadays..so don't judge). Anyway as she mumbled the words, I was almost bursting out laughing...It was one of those moments you like balance the pressures edging you into laughter but you are controlling your midriff so to nullify the urge, or those "I'm about to sneeze" moments where you go like letting it out, but it doesn't.
So she goes..."Baa baa blacksheep...any any woo...."...(I know you are balancing that laughter....just let it out heh heh heh!). I did dash to some room holding my phone on my ear and laughing hysterically feigning laughter at a "joke" from the other end of the all to clearly silent line ( I am sure she doesn't know who the joke was on).
It got me wondering to myself...what on earth was that I used to sing when I was a brat in nursery school? Not that I wasn't guilty of messing out that particular rhyme..."Yessah yessah three bags fuuuu....One for the master, one for the deee..one for the little boy who Lizz down the leeee", and my favourite part..."meeeeeeh, meeeeh, meeeeh..." It was fun back then. We were oblivious of what we were saying and just enjoying the melody and the moment...growing up was such fun! It was however embarrassing that this mis-pronunciation of what appears to be common words to others actually extended to high skool and campo for some reason...I recall my pal Charles from seco confiscating and hiding some pages I tore from my biology book in which I was busy writing the phonetic representation of what my Bio teacher would say as she dictated notes in class..."golygosidic bond". I innocently wrote "golygosidic bonds". My pals were in stitches when they took my notebook to copy notes and noted the not so typo typo (if you know what I mean)......"It is glycosidic bond", I was told. How the hell was I supposed to know then (and herein comes my confession...I was anti text book reading back then as I have been most of my life..so no I didn't confirm on any text book what she was trying to put across..her dictation was enough). Anyways I am sure most people pronounce epitome as eh-pit-om forgive my lack of knowledge of how to represent sounds. So while you sound all swagged up trying to sound all Victorian and stuff, the correct pronounciation I was informed back in High school is actually eh-pit-oh-me...(gotations are in order.....had to use that one :-P)
So though I was busy laughing at the grown-ass chick singing a nursery rhyme all wrong, it's not like we master everything we think we know and understand. I keep an open mind..am a quack engineer, quack-ish accountant I think and average Kenyan (so I tell myself) then proceed from my base and try to improve myself. Life is a learning process as is language. Though it was hilarious, I think the lady needs to be cut some slack and al e-mail an anonymous link to the lyrics.
So she goes..."Baa baa blacksheep...any any woo...."...(I know you are balancing that laughter....just let it out heh heh heh!). I did dash to some room holding my phone on my ear and laughing hysterically feigning laughter at a "joke" from the other end of the all to clearly silent line ( I am sure she doesn't know who the joke was on).
So though I was busy laughing at the grown-ass chick singing a nursery rhyme all wrong, it's not like we master everything we think we know and understand. I keep an open mind..am a quack engineer, quack-ish accountant I think and average Kenyan (so I tell myself) then proceed from my base and try to improve myself. Life is a learning process as is language. Though it was hilarious, I think the lady needs to be cut some slack and al e-mail an anonymous link to the lyrics.
