I heard a really
funny story on Sunday whilst on a packed train. An Aunty and her Niece aged
about eleven, were sitting next to us. They had a very strong African accent.
The conversation delighted me in fact made my difficult day pass by. It went
like this.
Niece. “I get money for Christmas, but my Mum keeps it to
spend.
Aunt. “Nor girl, she don’t do dat. She geev it to yoo.
Forgive my African accent, but want to try to allow you to
hear what we did.
Niece. “No Aunt. She bought Cousin chocolates and she even
bought your Christmas present with my money.
Aunt. No child. You are wrong.
Niece. Oh life is (shit)
Aunt. “Teesh girl. Don’t say dat.
“Niece, “Whot deed I say?
Then the aunt said in a loud voice
“Shit”
Niece. Well, you call your Husband, a bastard?
Hahahahahahah. Then she went onto telling the train via her
aunt about all the swear words her Mum uses.
Next thing, the train stops and the child is removed and I
don’t want’ to think or tink, what was done to her when she got hom to Mama? Hahaha.
But we did laugh.
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