Sandra comes into my room this morning all dressed up in one of her church dresses and wearing her backpack. Confused, I say,
“Sandra, you go to where?”
“I go to classes.” Then after a pause, “Mam B, I like the distin.”
“No. You can have the distin after classes.”
She smiles and walks out.
‘Distin’ is the way Ghanaians pronounce “this thing,” and they use it interchangeably with anything when they can’t think of the proper name.
After, I start to think I should hand out stickers to those who speak proper English, myself included.