Africa-Press – Mauritius. The sun was beating down hard that day in Port-Louis. As soon as they got off the bus, health and comfort required, everyone took out a parasol, straw hat and cap to avoid being baked in the sun.
Informed tourists were also equipped, happy to escape a winter that made them freeze in Europe; but there is no question of stuffing yourself or grilling in the sun, with the risk of ruining the holidays (common language lends culinary virtues to the sun).
The sun damages our tender eyes with its glare in the middle of summer and would be responsible for a shorter life expectancy, unlike those whom winter wraps in its gray coat for a few months in northern countries.
A Mauritian couple in bermudas, with a cap on their heads, walked with their two sons with a nonchalant step, with the relaxed air of expatriates on vacation.
The youngest aged five or six held his mother’s hand, and unexpectedly looked up at his parents and said, ‘I am Mauritian. ‘ overwhelming and dropped his verdict: ‘I am French.
’ Amused by this burst of identity from their boys, the parents smiled. A few meters further, a few French tourists hurried on, very motivated to discover the capital.
One of them lit up the lanterns of the group: ‘Hey! You know they speak several languages here. Creole, French, English. . . ”. Ordinarily, the average French mind does not venture to pronounce the name of other languages outside of this linguistic trio.
In this burst of admiration, the passing visitor is unaware of the compressor effect that Kreol has had on the other two languages thanks to the propaganda of well-meaning ideologues.
The impoverishment of the public debate and the indigence of the thought circumscribed by a deficient lexicon are the consequences. Until now, no one has bothered to measure the extent of the damage in the minds and in the public space.
Some market stalls around the station were empty following the latest bad weather. Vegetables were becoming increasingly rare. A young woman in her thirties held a stall there where various plants were displayed.
She wore a charming smile as she talked about her plants, her care for them, and their needs; she sold them on average at Rs 200. During this occasional conversation, she confessed that she would like to go to France or Reunion.
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