There was this guy named John. He loved using
high-sounding words in his everyday conversations. Listen:
Friend: Hello John, how was your night?
John: I had immense glee in my nocturnal slumber.
Friend: John, you look exhausted. How was work today?
John: I’m completely spent in my mundane aspirations
to garner a means of livelihood.
One morning, John saw a friend. Listen:
John: Blissful dawn! May your diurnal course overflow
with transcendental benevolence!
Friend: John the Grammarian. Same to you! Same to
you! Carry go!
Sadly, on one fateful day, John’s house was on fire.
He ran out to call for help. He saw some of his neighbours. Listen:
John: Please, kindly assist in extinguishing the
conflagration that has beset my domicile.
They ignored him: ‘This guy with em too much grammar (grammarian)’
John: Please, my house has been engulfed with a
raging inferno that threatens to pulverize all my lifelong attainments.
He was ignored. When he finally realized the dire
nature of the situation and how helpless he was, he shouted:
‘Please, my house is on fire. Abeg, my house dey burn
ooo. Help! Help! Help ooo.’
Neighbours: ‘Eh en….. John, so you sabi this one? (So, you can speak this way?)’
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