Yesterday one of the mums in the new playgroup I tried out with Tot asked me what I did and I told her.
“Really? How do you work? What does he do when you work?”
“He plays by himself,” I said.
“Oh.” I could see her regard me out of the corner of her eye, trying to consider whether the ‘worthiness’ of being an’ artist’ outweighed her suspected neglect of my offspring. And whether – maybe – she should call someone.
“What language is that you’re speaking to him?” she asked instead.
“Igbo. It’s a Nigerian language.”
“I read a book about Nigeria recently,” she started slowly.
“Yeah?” I responded, knowing what she was going to say.
“Yeah, it is called ‘Half of a Yellow Sun.'”
Of course. “That’s about Igbo people.”
“I thought it might be! My goodness. Do you know, I knew nothing about the Biaf…Biafra? at all before that.”
I knew then she would not call social services. And I thanked God for the book which had enlightened her.
But to answer your question Mother-at-playgroup, this is what it sounds like when I am trying to do some work. I forgot the recorder as soon as I put it on which is why it runs for as long as it does (3 minutes). It was meant to be shorter.
It starts off with me reading back what I have just written after I switch on the recorder, hence the bit of silence from me while Tot babbles on.