genesis domain was triggered too early. This is usually an indicator for some code in the plugin or theme running too early. Translations should be loaded at the init action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /home3/beginsat/public_html/journal/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6131daily-dish domain was triggered too early. This is usually an indicator for some code in the plugin or theme running too early. Translations should be loaded at the init action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /home3/beginsat/public_html/journal/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6131I love to talk. I talk a lot. I have been called a chatter-box by more than one family member. Anyone who went to school in Kenya is familiar with the noisemakers list; a list of the names of any student who dared to speak in class while the teacher was out of the room. The classroom prefects and\/or monitors were in charge of updating this list, which they would submit to the teacher upon his or her return. The teacher would call out the names, and one by one the noisemakers would make their way to the front of the classroom for a good ass-whooping. (I use this phrase both figuratively and literally because there were one or two male teachers who seemed to take great pleasure using the canes on our behinds as opposed to our hands) My fondness for talking was such that one teacher in particular threatened to punish any monitor or prefect who submitted a noisemakers list that did not include my name. As a result of this, my name would oftentimes be the only<\/em> name on the noisemakers list. For all the beatings in the world, for all the having to kneel down on cold concrete floors with hands suspended above my head\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6I still love to talk.<\/p>\n As someone who loves to talk it is only natural that I find myself engaged in the all sorts of conversations. This in turn has exposed me to weird questions, annoying phrases, and strange words most of which I let slip by. There are however a few things that people have said\/asked that have had me vowing never to speak again. These are my top three.<\/p>\n 1. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcSo, how do you know so-and-so?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 <\/strong> 2. Use of terms of endearments by total strangers<\/strong> As if this is not enough, the use of these phrases is not standardised. So for instance in Yorkshire one can be called \u00e2\u20ac\u02dclove<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 by a stranger, in the West<\/a> Country<\/a> do not be surprised if someone refers to you as \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcmy lover<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122. Here in Nigeria it is \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcbaby<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 or \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcbabygirl<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n What I dislike most about this sort of talk is that it is contagious. I have noticed that I now refer to anyone and everyone as \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcmy dear<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122. Why I do it, I do not know. What I do know is that 99% of the people I use it on are not dear to me. It disturbs me greatly to know that I am part of the problem.<\/p>\n 3. Archaic words\/Big grammar* used in everyday conversation<\/strong> \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcKui, are you ok? You look ee-MASH-EE-ated\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
\nThis question can be heard at parties, especially birthday\/house parties with the host\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s name replacing \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcso-and-so\u00e2\u20ac\u2122. The guest who asks this question is usually one who feels that they have known the host that much longer than you and by extension have more right to be there than you have. In the same way one will observe a dog lifting up its leg at every other lamppost as it goes about its daily walk on a familiar route; the guest who asks this question can be seen moving from person to person marking out those faces he or she does not recognise. If this guest stops at you and this is the first question they ask; you are the lamppost. <\/p>\n
\nI miss the days when Routemasters<\/a> filled the streets of London and bus -conductors would struggle to keep their balance as they churned out tickets from what looked like a rather old cash register dangling from their necks. What I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t miss is how every conductor would conclude their sentence with the words such as \u00e2\u20ac\u02dclove<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122, \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcsweetheart<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 or \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcdarling<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122. I could never understand what it was about asking for a single to Covent Garden that would inspire such affection from someone I did not know. This behaviour is not just limited to bus conductors. I had a Design and Technology teacher who would say things like \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAlright sweet-pea?<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 or \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHow are you doing my sweet and sour?<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 <\/p>\n
\nI know exactly when my hatred for this behaviour began. It was when a security guard at work said to me;<\/p>\n