In Kenya my brothers and I met a Lozi, from Barotseland in Zambia. Since then, I haven’t lost my fascination for Silozi, his mother tongue. Why? For the simple reason that Mukelabai and all of us are cousins. He speaks Silozi, we speak Sesotho, but we understand each other quite well. Muzuhile cwani? O tsohile joang? We met Mukelabai by chance; we were staying at the same hotel in Nairobi: The Jacaranda Hotel.

Kiwena ma’ni libizo? Lebitso la hau ke mang? (What’s your name) See? I told you. Look at these (Silozi, Sesotho, English):
Amu otolole lizoho. Otlolla letsoho. (Stretch your hand.)
Mwazuba? U oa tsuba? (Do you smoke?)
Ku mumuna. Ho momona. (To suck.)
La Bulalu Laboraro. (Wednesday, literally ‘the third one’)
Kamuso Kamoso. (Tomorrow). In Sesotho we also say ‘hosane.’

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