He started to say it every morning, afternoon and night , “Kenbe fem Jennifer pa lage.” As I listened intently I heard his modulated voice through the cracks of the window, where I could feel the cool summer wind blowing in the small apartment and a sense of comfort in my grandfather's words. I felt safe and at ease as he repeated it to me because he would …show more content…
“Why couldn’t Grandpa tell me that in English? He knows I don’t understand Creole that well,” I said. My mother stopped in front of our house and turned to me. “We are not American and English is not our language. Grandpa told you that phrase in Creole because it is the language of our ancestors, who spoke that tongue during slavery.” Creole was their language, it was what they took seriously, it was a part of their blood and nothing could take that away--Not even English. Creole was their history and it is their future. As my mom told me the history behind her language I was amazed because I did not know that phrase was so