Anyone speak English?Jul 23rd, 2009 | By Ian Poulton | Category: Personal Columns
The summer holidays approach and the moment comes for a renewed assault upon the pages of “Living French” by T.W. Knight M.A. (Oxon), first published in 1952 and excellent value in 1979 at £1.25. Hardly a summer in the last twenty years has passed without reciting that Mrs Dubois has a pretty hat. In twenty years, there has been no progress beyond Lesson 5 of the book.
It would have been useful last month travelling from Rwanda to Burundi. Pasteur André, the Anglican priest delegated to see me safely to the border, spoke no English and I made the mistake of saying , “Vous parlez Francais?” This brought comments on many matters as we journeyed; not having a clue about most of what was being said, I mumbled a meek ‘oui’ to questions which left me completely lost.
Handed over to Clement, my Burundian friend, on the Rwandan side of the border, being able to converse in English came as a great relief. As we crossed the bridge over the river marking the border, Clement turned to me. “You didn’t study at Mukono in Uganda, did you?”
“No, I’ve never been to Uganda in my life”.
“You told Andrew you had studied there”.
“Ah”, I said, “that will be my French. Well, more precisely, my lack of French.”
I did not attempt to explain Madame Dubois’ pretty hat to Clement. He speaks at least three, probably four, possibly more, languages fluently and slips seamlessly from one to another.
“Where did you learn French?”
“I didn’t. I did it until I was 13 and never learned anymore. There was never much need for it. I can cope on holiday”.
A shake of the head, and we walked on.
Many Africans require three languages just to get through daily life. Being monoglot would be adequate for life in rural villages. Education, business, the media, travel and numerous other activities, demand knowledge of at least one European language.
Perhaps it’s a lack of exposure to other languages; more honestly, perhaps it’s just plain laziness. A stab at something in French will generally bring a sympathetic response from the hotelier or restaurateur, who will draw upon their reserves of English to avoid hearing their national language being further desecrated.
Knowing that the Gallic resolve will crumble and they will cave in and speak English, there is not the incentive to go beyond the aesthetic qualities of Madame Dubois’ headwear. What would compel progress beyond Lesson 5 of the book would be knowing that there were to be more journeys with Pasteur André. If a 45 minute car journey was sufficient to allow mistakenly claiming to having studied theology in Uganda, any further travel could be a severe embarrassment. Necessity is a very efficient master.
The one consoling factor is that Rwanda is switching to English as the medium of instruction on 1st September.
That’s a very pretty hat you have, madam