When I first came to America, my accent was so dreaded by Americans, whenever I put up my hand to ask a question in class, my lecturer would wet his pants. Americans were stressed around me. The words came out of me like distressed animals. Many teachers offered me top grades if I simply skipped class. Some sweetened the pot with offers of hamburgers, hotdogs and beer. The first time I tried to order a hamburger at McDonald's, all hell broke loose. The semi-illiterate high school drop-out that was taking my order was so agitated by my accent, he threw down his apron and walked out on his job screaming, "Sh*t men, they don't pay me enough for this sh*t!" After that, McDonald's came up with a novel way of displaying their menus - with pictures and numbers! Number 1 for hamburger, number 2 for chicken nuggets, stuff like that.
Enjoy the rest of my njakiri.
- Ikhide
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