If not now, then when? When shall we resuscitate our dieing
language, when shall we give life to our mother tongue? Urhobo is dieing not
only historically but also
vocally.
vocally.
When shall we think it wise to teach our little children our language?
When shall we be proud to say I am an Urhobo. We have borrowed the language of
the whiteman and colonize it as our own. When shall the teaching of Urhobo
language be compulsory and effectively taught in our nursery, primary and even
secondary schools.
We hear nothing but the skeletons of our dieing mother tongue which the youths of today
speak. If our youths speak the skeletal vocals we can be sure our little
children who are the leaders of tomorrow will be left with the carcasses of a
dead mother tongue.
All parents have a great responsibility of bringing our
children up in our own very Urhobo language. If we do not value our language,
then who will? If we do not speak our language, who will? God forbid, but if
chaos arise do we have any other means of identification other than our
language? Of course not. Let us preserve
our mother tongue, let us preserve Urhobo language. It will be a thing of joy
if I travel out of this state and hear my brothers and sisters speak my
language fluently and without shame.
Let us preserve our culture, let us teach our children about
our past that they may know where we come from. Urhobo we are one, one people,
one nation, one love. Urhobo na ovouvo. We can only be
united with our mother tongue and not with the white man‘s tongue. The
white man’s language is there for effective general communication amongst the
different peoples of this great nation.
Speak your language and I will tell you where you come from,
speak your language and I will tell you where I come from (speak your language
and I will speak my language).
I am not
ashame of my language, I am proud to be an urhobo and I am proud to be a deltan
cause we are the big heart.
By:
Miss
Fe- Akpoyomare Blessing Okoloko Reachable
at:
Bleokolo0813@gmail.com
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