Multilingual
In this life‘s journey, I bring forth my inquisition with my Latin Flar denoted somewhere in Cuba, that I’ve never been, while holding onto the Jamaican heritage of Latino towns. My Latin heritage speaks loud as in me when I’m around people and music with such flare, though I have only a basic understanding of the language I do pretty well. My trips to Mexico have taught me there’s nothing more valuable than conversation, whether in English, Spanish Vietnamese, Japanese or Igbo. My son calls himself bilingual because he knows Vietnamese, he sings songs, and other dialects and languages without knowing their meaning. For him they’re just melodies just another song, but for me, they’re more than that I feel bad now that I told him him learning, one song does not grant him access to fluency of a language. It takes far more than knowing one song to call yourself multilingual. My Jamaican food comes to me by way of African hands. The essence of the flavors bring jo...