So tonight I finished my first-year kreyòl book.
I’ve been in it since April 2022*, and it has been a source of instruction and frustration as every single time in my lessons I discovered yet another perplexing element of Haitian Creole. (I was ready to throw in the towel when we started with learning the six ways to say “the,” five that are based upon the sound of the last syllable of the noun.)
But over time it became my companion, my instructor, and even my friend.
I wrote out my final three pages of homework, laid down my pen, and closed the book.
It feels weird. I have so much more to learn. I’m as fluent as a second-grade student but with a worse accent.
But goodness! I did it!
Mwen rekonesan pou pwofesè m yo ak zanmi m yo ki te tèlman pasyan avè m. Youn jou m pral pale kreyòl ayisyen tankou yon moun natif natal paske nou te kwè mwen. Mèsi anpil.
* I’ve been studying since March 2022 but acquired my instructor in April.