Joice's War
In the vanguard of desertification in Chivi where I grew up – where the ever-stretching years of drought and rapidly receding hairline of plant life has had people from all corners of the country thanking their lucky stars every day for ensuring they had dodged the black bullet of being Chivi natives – we always had a good giggle about how our elders struggled to pronounce some English words. Sometimes they passed this corruption onto their unsuspecting children, who would never know how some words came to be, until halfway through their lives. Words like musarinya (miscellaneous), and many others. You know them. I have just thought of bus stop; our elders thought the second s in stop, after bus was really unnecessary; so they just converted two words – bus stop – to just one – busstop . Which has gotten me to wonder whether the word history as we know it today is a bastardised version of two words – his, and story? Because if that is the case, it would really make sense with r