A friend of mine asked me, the other day, to blog in Shona.
Easy, I thought to myself, no problem.
So I started with the basics. And by basics I mean poetry. Because, unlike prose I didn't deed to follow a set plot or formula.
What I came up with was a hostile selection of sentences. I couldn't come up with a single synonym, simile or verb, let alone idioms and verbs.
Shocker, I thought, Shona is my native tongue. I mean yes I dream in English and drop my Shona for choice English curses, but Shona is who I am. How then is it that I, the scion of those who never run out of things to say developed verbal amnesia?
I have resolved to look into this; even if it means cracking my brain open and poring through it layer by layer, I shan't be defeated by the language that is home!