When I was eight years old, I made my entire family laugh at a joke I made one Sunday around the dinner table.  The joke I have long forgotten but I remember my oldest sister Annie remarking affectionately “oh…Chris’s first Sunday funny”.  I felt a certain pride and acceptance at that moment.
Well, the other day at the small village market I successfully delivered my first joke in Dogon.  Sure, I’ve made people in my village laugh before, but not exactly on purpose.  Like the time I told someone that they were a certain part of the male anatomy rather than asking them what they were selling, or the first time my neighbor saw me without my shirt on (that was kind of a blow to my confidence).  However, this time I thought out the joke, executed and got a laugh.  Laughter is many things.  On this occasion, it helped me feel accepted here. 
So if you’re wondering, here’s the joke:
Old man (OM)     :  Nemben, yala!
Me      :  Uh huh, njo?
OM   :  N taga sala.  Taga biyeloun.
Me   :  Kegebe, nko moju. a taga biyeloun?
OM    :  Aiyo.  A ndo taga oso!
Me   :  Ah… Amba taga sien o!
      (Laugher ensues)
Pretty funny, right?
Monday, April 7, 2008
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Amba a hakle sien ubi.
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