Tales of an Omo-Nna in Osun state
I think the first thing I learnt few days after my arrival to Osun state was Ekuaro meaning good morning. This was followed by other one or two lettered words, even though I didn’t always get the pronunciations right. On the day of my arrival to Osogbo, I couldn’t even tell the bike man where I wanted him to take me. I believe this is a problem that non-Yoruba speaking interns and coppers face when they get here. Everyone assumes that you can speak Yoruba just by virtue of your presence here, which is quite presumptive and unfair. Till date, I have not been able to go beyond the customary greetings (come to think of it, why do I have to tell a man or woman ‘happy sitting down Ekujoko just because I was passing by, LOL). Hopefully, I’ll be able to strike a conversation by the time I’m done here. One of the things I wanted to experience was an owambe, that is, a real Yoruba party. I eventually attended a Yoruba wedding and I must say that I find it really interesting and heartwarming. My...
