Hold. Michael Donkor
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Название: Hold
Автор: Michael Donkor
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
isbn: 9780008280369
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Twi terms, phrases and expressions
Aane – Yes
Aba! – Exclamation of annoyance, disdain or disbelief
Aboa! – You beast!
Abrokyrie – Overseas
Abrokyriefoɔ – Foreigners
Abusuafoɔ – Extended family
Adɛn? – Why?
Adjei! – Exclamation of surprise or shock
Agoo? – May I come in?
Akwaaba – Welcome
Akwada bone! – Naughty child!
Amee – Please enter
Ampa – It’s true
Ewurade – God
Ɛfɛ paaa – Very nice
Fri hɔ! – Go away!
Gyae – Stop
Gye nyame – Traditional symbol meaning ‘only God’
Hwɛ – Look
Hwɛ w’anim! – Look at your face!
Kwadwo besia – An ‘effeminate’ man
Maame – Miss/Mistress
Me ba – I am coming
Me boa? – I lie?
Me da ase – I thank you
Me nua – My sibling
Me pa wo kyew/me sroe – Please (I beg you)
Me yare – I am sick
Nananom – Elders
Oburoni – White person
Oburoni wawu – Second-hand clothes (‘the white man is dead’)
Paaa – Sign of emphasis
Sa? – Really?
Wa bo dam! – You are mad!
Wa te? – Do you hear?
Wa ye adeɛ – Well done
Wo se sɛn? – What did you say?
Wo wein? – Where are you?
Wo ye … – You are …
Won sere? – You won’t laugh?
Yere – Wife
The coffin was like a neat slice of wedding cake. Looping curls of silver and pink, fussy like best handwriting, wound around the box. It waited by the gashed earth that the men would rest it in. The mourners admired, clucking. Belinda made herself look at it. Her phone vibrated in her handbag but she let it rumble on. She brought her ankles together, fixed her head-tie and straightened her dress so that it was less bunched around her breasts. She passed her hand over her puffy face and then saw that eyeliner had rubbed onto her palm in streaks.
Belinda’s inspection of her messy hands was interrupted by the shouting of the young pallbearers on the opposite side of the grave. They stripped off and swirled the cloths that had been draped over their torsos moments before, then called for hammers. Three little boys, perhaps six or seven years old, flitted back with tools heavier than their tiny limbs. The children hurried off with handfuls of sweet chin chins, nearly falling into the hole not meant for them and only laughing light squeals at how narrowly they had avoided an accident. Belinda wondered if she had ever laughed like that when she was their age.
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