WHY I HAVE REFUSED TO UNDERSTAND ENGLISH LANGUAGE

Firstly, I am a boy of a very humble background that grew up on the street; it would have looked like an exaggeration if I start describing the kind of abject poverty I grew up in. Although this shouldn’t have been an excuse but the kind of people I had around me while growing up was an eye sore. Imagine living in a locality where you have to live with so many illiterates around you, and the worst of all living with your two grand mothers would always be speaking blowing Yoruba language from morning till night. I could remember the lovely Yoruba folklore (evening tales) they tell us all through the night which excites my interest in the sophomore language. It was a really bad experience.

Secondly, environmental influence was also a plus to my English language deficient syndrome. An environ where you wake up to hear the sound of the pepper seller’s commercial grinding machine across the street, followed by children screa