Showing posts with label language. Show all posts
Showing posts with label language. Show all posts

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Tanzanian English


Swahili is a most adaptable language, originating in Zanzibar and along the Indian Ocean coast from a blend of Arabic and the many Bantu languages of Tanzania. Over the past hundred years (and especially since WWII) Swahili has adopted many words from English.

As a teacher of English as a foreign language, I have total empathy for those trying to learn the rules of English, which are as nonsensical as the rantings of the Mad Hatter. As if our grammar rules weren’t confusing enough, our pronunciation and non-phonetic spelling are simply diabolical. For example, why are rough and through pronounced differently? And what about the obsolete silent “K” at the beginning of so many words, like knock, know, knee, etc? I could go on, but you can find further examples in many different books and websites.

Tanzanians have modified many English words for the Bantu tongue by spelling them phonetically. For many words, they have changed the final “er” or “or” to an “a.” Therefore, I am Mwalimu Alexanda and my father would be Christopha. So, can you guess what a meneja is? A manager. How about a dereva? Driver. We also have kompyuta, opereta, kondakta, vocha, trekta, pancha, mota, and bia for computer, operator, conductor, voucher, tractor, puncture, motor, and beer.

Anette and I have a good laugh each time we encounter a new word and scratch our heads for several minutes trying to figure out what it means, until it dawns on us that it’s just phonetic Tanzanian English masquerading as Swahili. One we couldn’t figure out by ourselves was “Kariakoo,” Dar es Salaam’s central market, named after the WWII-era British Carrier Corps station. Carrier Corps = Kariakoo.

However, the most comical feature of Tanzanian English must be its use in business brochures, which attempt to advertise the quality of a certain product or service. As an ESL teacher, I always scan such brochures for ESLisms such as “Chicken in sweat and sour sauce,” that we were once served in a Dar hotel.

This morning I found two brochures lying around the house and I burst into laughter upon reading them, so I thought I’d share them with you. Anette thought it would be insensitive of me to publicize these mistakes, but my colleague from New Zealand asked her, “Well, what do you all do for a good laugh, then?” For Norwegians, I submit that it is watching foreigners (like me) flailing about in skis for the first time. For us native English speakers, as we are in the unique position of watching every other culture in the world try to learn our language, pardon us for our mirth.

Example #1: A brochure for a game park on the coast. It reads, “Imagine a confusion of nature of such intensity that crocodiles vie with coral reefs and lions roar at lionfish.” And later, “visitors can explore a surprising confusion of ecosystems.” The confusion is obviously that the author meant to use “profusion,” but must have been scared by the lionfish.

Example #2: A new guesthouse has just been built across the street from our compound. It is immaculate from the outside, and the rooms are exquisitely clean and tastefully decorated. Anette and I realized that we’ve been here a long time when we planned a trip just to see the new rooms, and then talked excitedly for an hour afterwards about how clean they were.

Unfortunately, the English on the brochure for the guesthouse doesn’t quite match the physical standards of the building:
“Our guestrooms feature comforting appointments such as color TV with many channels to choose.”
“Our toilets are well cleaned. This shows how we do care for your health.”
“No water shortage. We have big water tanks to make sure no water problems.”
OK, no big mistakes here, just endearing syntax. But here is the piece de resistance:

“Cloth washing machine is here to make sure your clothes, bedshits and blankets are clean all the time.” Bedshits?!! Well, at least they’re trying to keep them clean!

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

English vs. Spanish


To my surprise and delight, The Wind in the Willows was on Masterpiece Theater tonight. The actors were quite good and the story true to the original, but the truth is that nothing can compare to the book itself. The intricacies of language and the detail of the written word are among life's greatest pleasures, which is why I'm so enamored of the blog as a vehicle of expression. I've been wondering recently why I chose not to major in English, Am Lit or Brit Lit, and then I remembered...I have never really liked school!

I love learning, but the confines of classrooms and stylistic conventions, the toils of essay-writing and my penchant for procrastination always seemed to dampen my creativity. In fact, I think the only reason I'm a halfway decent teacher is because I don't like school. Getting back to the point, though, I remember deciding against English as a major because Emerson taught me to have an original relationship with everything, and from Thoreau I learned that the best books teach me, better than to read, to put them down and commence living on their hint. I reasoned that I didn't need any one to teach me how to read, interpret, reflect on, and write about books in my own language.

And so I chose Spanish, because I had "studied" it in the classroom for eight years but had minimal comprehension and fluency with the language. Ah, public school - if only my high school Spanish teacher knew what I was doing now! Anyway, Sevilla and Anette made the language come alive for me, and the rest is history. Now it's on to Swahili, but I guess my point is that I will always derive enormous comfort from reading books in English because it feels like home; I will never know another language with the intimacy that I know English.

I've always been given to hyperbole (but it's meaningful - when I say it's the best day of my life, I mean it, and every song and every riff is the greatest ever in the moment I declare it to be!) so I'll sign off tonight with a first draft of my top nine favorite books list (in no particular order). Readers, feel free to share yours...

1. Growth of the Soil - Knut Hamsun
2. Homage to Catalunia - Orwell
3. 100 Years of Solitude - Garcia Marquez
4. Kavalier and Klay - Michael Chabon
5. Moby Dick - Melville
6. Sometimes A Great Notion - Kesey
7. Angry Black White Boy - Adam Mansbach
8. On The Road - Kerouac
9. Grapes of Wrath - Steinbeck
10. The Awakening - Kate Chopin