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I am told the first language I ever spoke was Shona (or whatever form of it was used by the servants and their children who worked around the house on the farm). The time in this house is a wall in my mind beyond which I cannot see.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Talking of languages, in this house I forgot my autochthonous tongue. 220 Rembrandt lane, Strathaven, Harare, Zimbabwe.
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I am told the first language I ever spoke was Shona (or whatever form of it was used by the servants and their children who worked around the house on the farm). The time in this house is a wall in my mind beyond which I cannot see.
I am told the first language I ever spoke was Shona (or whatever form of it was used by the servants and their children who worked around the house on the farm). The time in this house is a wall in my mind beyond which I cannot see.
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