Runner-up: My Gift
Temiloluwa, Plashet School, age 12
So different to yours,
unique in every way imaginable.
moulds my words in a way that makes total sense to me,
but is completely unintelligible to you.
at times bland and forceful,
is not worthy to be compared to the calm cohesive tone of yours,
which never ceases to end with its signature exotic ring,
or its roll of the tongue when pronouncing a word containing the letter ‘r’.
Our terms and phrases,
no matter its origin,
reflects the exact emotion wanting to be portrayed by an individual.
Therefore, it doesn’t take a translator to understand what is truly meant.
a gorgeous piece of art.
A great splendour.
Such a beauty.
Rich in creativity.
Something to take pride in.
They all make us the people not of the past,
not of our ancestors who haven’t a damn clue of diversity, of liberation, of true freedom.
No, because, you see they lived in a time when each word is to be articulated with such precision,
That we all end up sounding exactly the same.
And being the same as everyone else was not the reason languages were created.
For languages were born,
to glorify and express ourselves as individuals.
To be recognised in a sea of billions.
To be known for who we are,
and who we want to be.
To be loved and desired.
And for those reasons,
languages were made.
So be proud of your tongue!
Be free to speak out!
Because languages make you special.
Languages make you stand out like a bright light that keeps shining amongst the darkness.
And if all that I said is not enough, remember that your language, you voice is a gift.
And this gift of yours is one of the few things in life that no one can ever, EVER be taken away from you.