Mother tongue makeout
This series is an ode to my fucked up accent. No one can ever guess where I am from on hearing it. With a dash of this and a twang of that I have been told I sound.. Scottish? No mate, I am half Syrian, half Iranian-Baluchi by way of Uganda, London born and bred. My mouth carries within it worlds of expression and these days, instead of trying to fix, hide or avoid saying certain words out loud, I embrace and accept it. Hence the sensuality of this piece, the Mother Tongue Makeout Series.
Dedicated to all the children in the diaspora and their English “mispronounciations”.
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