There is something powerful about prayers said in your mother tongue. I am a Yoruba girl. i cannot enthuse enough about my language. i don't care how far away from home i go, i will never forget my language.
Back when i lived in Zaria, my aunt would wake us up at 7am for prayers. she always prayed in Yoruba. Back then, i could barely string two Yoruba words together without everyone falling down laughing. I am a fast learner though. Today, people still laugh at my Yoruba but not as hard as they used to.
When my aunt prayed, it was like music to my ears. I rather praise God in Yoruba. I do not believe that an imported language can express all the emotions i feel towards the One i have never seen but who sees me.
Bee says to join the language challenge. Lol...if only she knew.
Today on my way to work, i started to pray in Yoruba. It felt good. It felt right.
So Bee , i do accept the language challenge. I will just keep it between me and the Unseen One...I hope i make Him laugh. I hope He enjoys every bit of it. I hope He hears the yearnings of my heart through all mispronunciations. I hope He knows that i love Him and i have no intention of stopping.
Alagbada Ina, Alewilese, Oba ti kinku, Olori aiye, Oba toju oba lo, Erin Nla ka tabu...Ololufe okan mi...
This one is for You.
Hmmm,sounds like a challenge!But i wonder if God will not quickly holler that i keep it quiet with my scattered mother tongue n switch to better decipherable english!Thanx4 ur word-up on mine. *Luvs*
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lol @ scattered mother tongue...
ReplyDeleteremember- 'my ways are not your ways'...i am sure His ways of listening are not ours either...
That said, consider the ears of people around you and stick to English :)))
Smiles....
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