The past week has been a blur, though mostly in a very good way. Last Tuesday, a whole lot of people descended upon our home--first, Brian and Rachel (our new colleagues) arrived with their five children to begin Sango language learning, vital to life and work here. God protected their lives and belongings when they had a bad car accident (rolled their truck into a riverbed), so we praise Him for His care for them! We've been giving them a hand settling in, including having their kids over a lot so they can unpack and get their house set up.
The same day their family arrived, the three translators and a back-translator Carnot arrived to work with Adam on checking the book of Esther in Bhogoto. They had planned for the checking to take ten days, but they all worked so intensely each day that they were able to finish the work in three days!
It was Adam's first time to do a consultant check on an entire book of the Bible by himself with a translation team, so that is a milestone.
Brian and Rachel were pretty busy getting settled in, but Brian was able to stop by and observe one of the checking sessions.
We look forward to seeing the Bhogoto team again in December, when they and Adam plan to work through a bunch of chapters of Genesis.
19 October 2016
06 October 2016
garden, chicks and preparing for newcomers!
The Bhogoto Bible translation team is also expected here next Tuesday, to spend two weeks working with Adam: he's been preparing for a consultant check of the book of Esther with the three team members plus one back-translator.
Meanwhile, a few shots from the garden and of kids and friends.
A yellow tomato and okra flower in our garden:
A humongous walking-stick (difficult to tell how big it is from the photo!)
Precious chicks! We have two mother hens, Gingerbread and Sugar. Gingerbread is still sitting on her egg, while Sugar's four eggs hatched a couple days ago. I'm enjoying the cute little chicks because (in my opinion) chicks turn un-cute pretty quickly. They sure are adorable at first, though!
Jacobin and Frieda:
Lois, Elsa and Helene:
The three little girls with Mama Fané and her sons Adam and Exaucer:
Tychique and Lois:
Frieda sitting with Princicia, who is Jacobin, Tychique and Helene's Mom. She recently finished a medical degree in Bangui and will soon be beginning an internship at the hospital here:
I'm thankful to have friends around. When the busiest part of the workday is done, and before the final busyness of supper and bedtime with all the kids, it is nice to take a little walk and have friends pull chairs out into their front yard and invite us to sit down for a little visit.
29 September 2016
1/2 year + 34 years
For my 34th birthday, on the 27th, I asked to take a family trip to Berberati. Lois and Frieda had never been there, and I hadn't been there in almost four years, so I was greatly looking forward to seeing many friends I said "see you later" to at the end of 2012.
Marie-Helene, Tychique and Jacobin braved the dirt roads along with the six of us, and we had fun travelling together (almost five hours round trip, so it was a long day, though a good one!) Our source of travel amusement was the four boys goofing off nonstop in the back seat of the car; I love how they manage to communicate very effectively in what we have dubbed "Sanglais," a very interesting combination of Sango + Anglais (French word for "English").
Once we got to Berberati and waited out a couple hours of torrential downpour at some friends' homes (typical rainy season), Marie-Helene tied Freida on her back for our walk through the neighborhood to say hi to other old friends.
The first time I looked at the below photo, I noticed how hard the two girls in the background were laughing; the second time I looked at the photo, I noticed who was making them laugh! Do you see?
Marie-Helene's parents have gone through some challenging times of sickness over the past few years, so it was a joy to see them in good health. The girls were happy to meet them, too.
We spent some time at Rachel's house--she was a special friend when we lived in Berberati, so it was great to see her and to see how her kids have grown. She prepared us a delicious meal!
We visited my former Gbaya teacher, Marianne, at her home...
The boys had fun playing with other kids and their toys...
An added bonus to the trip was that Adam was able to meet with the Gbaya-French/French-Gbaya dictionary revision team. Adam has been doing his part of the dictionary work (data entry) in Gamboula, while these guys have been doing their part (revision) in Berberati. It was good for them all to meet up in person and talk through some important issues, including the Gbaya orthography (spelling system).
13 September 2016
winter clothes in the tropics
Marie-Helene returned from a trip to Berberati, bearing with her the sweetest gifts from her daughter Princicia--crocheted outfits for Lois and Frieda! For each of them, there was a hat, a pair of socks, a onesie-type outfit and a sweater. Too adorable!
Of course they were sweating like crazy within moments of donning the full ensembles; I am sure it didn't help that they were wearing all that warm stuff on top of their clothes (long-sleeved jammies in Frieda's case!), and that it was probably 90+ degrees Fahrenheit in the sun. But they were cute anyways:
Of course they were sweating like crazy within moments of donning the full ensembles; I am sure it didn't help that they were wearing all that warm stuff on top of their clothes (long-sleeved jammies in Frieda's case!), and that it was probably 90+ degrees Fahrenheit in the sun. But they were cute anyways:
12 September 2016
Gamboula, two months in...
There comes a time in a missionary's blogging experience, when she must blog--not because she particularly has a topic worthy of blogging about, and not even because she really feels particularly like blogging today--but because now is the first time in two months that the internet connection is actually good enough to get online and write a blog post. And for me, that time is tonight.
The two months we've been back in the Central African Republic may be characterized in part by diminished internet connectivity, but they've definitely also been characterized by a dramatic increase in connectivity as far as real-life relationship with those we've only been able to work with sporadically or remotely for the past several years. So all in all, it's been a good two months.
But how can I really summarize two months in a blog post? I'd rather post more often about the small things that make the day-to-day meaningful. I do love to take pictures, so if the connection allows, I'll upload a few images to give a glimpse into our day-to-day life since we've been back.
When we moved to Berberati four years ago and I first met missionaries doing agricultural work, I realized that in another life, I could have been a scientist/biologist/agricultural expert/something like that, and would have loved it. Kind of fun how we discover new passions and interests as life goes along. Anyways, now we live right outside the gates of the "Garden of Eden," where our friend Roy (and many others) have planted an unbelievable variety of tropical fruit trees. Eden is the most relaxing and beautiful place to walk...there are always trees of various types with fruit ready to eat: so many fruits I've never seen before! (To read more about the agricultural mission, check out Danforths' blog).
Pictured below are a couple of the fruits that were in season when we got here. The first, mangosteen, is probably the most delicious tropical fruit I've ever eaten: small, white, sweet sections, with usually one of the sections containing a seed:
They are super sweet boys, just like they look:
And Lois gets to have two extra big brothers to watch out for her, lucky girl. Except that of course this means she is never able to fully realize her two-year-old ambitions of running away from home to go visit "Ata" or other friends--amongst the four boys, one is sure to catch her and bring her home before she gets very far outside the gate!
The boys, when not in school, have as much fun as you can imagine. Sure, there are a few welts from stick or light-saber fighting, some spills from riding two-to-a-bike, various accidental and purposeful clonks on the head...but the four of them are good buds. I especially love listening to how they are teaching each other Sango and English.
Jacobin & John:
This is Marie-Helene, Jacobin and Tychique's Grandma (or in Sango, "Ata") who is also special to us and our kids (look at Frieda Joyce's smile, while Lois looks like she's trying to get loose from being tied on Ata's back!)
Here is Lois standing beside the "ice cream bean" tree beside which our baby James was buried in 2012. It has grown during the years we were gone...
From the pictures you might not guess it, but...we actually spend most mornings doing school for hours! Memory time (some through songs), history, science and other reading-together takes up a good chunk of the morning and is a favorite part of school for both boys. Piano lessons are a continuing adventure, and I am enjoying starting to hear actual songs coming from the living room when the boys go to the keyboard to practice. We also do the usual reading, writing and arithmetic every day. I have to say, I think I was as apprehensive about starting this home-school year as I was last year...but just like last year, now that the school year is in full swing, I am having a great time this year. I learn so much, and I love seeing the kids learn new things.
Since we will be moving again next March, I planned an ambitious 28-week school year for our time here in Gamboula (we'll continue our core subjects as we travel, but the schedule will be more streamlined then). I can hardly believe that this week already marks the end of our first "quarter" of the school year. The days fly by!
In closing, here are the kids (minus Frieda Joyce) in a house they built behind our house--complete with mud brick walls! Watching them build it took me back to the excitement of building forts as a kid (and made my smile remembering how I promised I'd never let those forts go to ruin, even if I had to rebuild them when coming home from college breaks)...
I guess that's it for now...until the next decent internet connection descends upon our house...(somehow the photo I had wanted to share of Adam with one of his work partners Dominique didn't load...but after such a long post, work & ministry stuff probably belongs in a separate post anyhow).
The two months we've been back in the Central African Republic may be characterized in part by diminished internet connectivity, but they've definitely also been characterized by a dramatic increase in connectivity as far as real-life relationship with those we've only been able to work with sporadically or remotely for the past several years. So all in all, it's been a good two months.
But how can I really summarize two months in a blog post? I'd rather post more often about the small things that make the day-to-day meaningful. I do love to take pictures, so if the connection allows, I'll upload a few images to give a glimpse into our day-to-day life since we've been back.
When we moved to Berberati four years ago and I first met missionaries doing agricultural work, I realized that in another life, I could have been a scientist/biologist/agricultural expert/something like that, and would have loved it. Kind of fun how we discover new passions and interests as life goes along. Anyways, now we live right outside the gates of the "Garden of Eden," where our friend Roy (and many others) have planted an unbelievable variety of tropical fruit trees. Eden is the most relaxing and beautiful place to walk...there are always trees of various types with fruit ready to eat: so many fruits I've never seen before! (To read more about the agricultural mission, check out Danforths' blog).
Pictured below are a couple of the fruits that were in season when we got here. The first, mangosteen, is probably the most delicious tropical fruit I've ever eaten: small, white, sweet sections, with usually one of the sections containing a seed:
And rambutan...mmmm....
Let me introduce you to a couple special friends who we've reconnected with from Berberati days. Jacobin and Tychique are brothers who are staying at our house for a while. Their Grandma is kind of like our Central African Mom and our kids' Central African Grandma, and she lives really close by, so the boys also spend a lot of time at her place hanging out with other relatives who come and go.
And Lois gets to have two extra big brothers to watch out for her, lucky girl. Except that of course this means she is never able to fully realize her two-year-old ambitions of running away from home to go visit "Ata" or other friends--amongst the four boys, one is sure to catch her and bring her home before she gets very far outside the gate!
Jacobin & John:
Tychique & Sam:
This is Marie-Helene, Jacobin and Tychique's Grandma (or in Sango, "Ata") who is also special to us and our kids (look at Frieda Joyce's smile, while Lois looks like she's trying to get loose from being tied on Ata's back!)
Here is Lois with another "Ata," Fridoline, who watches her while we do school in the mornings. Fridoline is incredible at teaching Lois Sango (she had Lois counting to ten in Sango within a few days), and now my 2-year-old is even starting to teach me new words. Her bug vocabulary is quite impressive, and is evidence of the great variety of insects that live around our house:
Here is Lois standing beside the "ice cream bean" tree beside which our baby James was buried in 2012. It has grown during the years we were gone...
From the pictures you might not guess it, but...we actually spend most mornings doing school for hours! Memory time (some through songs), history, science and other reading-together takes up a good chunk of the morning and is a favorite part of school for both boys. Piano lessons are a continuing adventure, and I am enjoying starting to hear actual songs coming from the living room when the boys go to the keyboard to practice. We also do the usual reading, writing and arithmetic every day. I have to say, I think I was as apprehensive about starting this home-school year as I was last year...but just like last year, now that the school year is in full swing, I am having a great time this year. I learn so much, and I love seeing the kids learn new things.
Since we will be moving again next March, I planned an ambitious 28-week school year for our time here in Gamboula (we'll continue our core subjects as we travel, but the schedule will be more streamlined then). I can hardly believe that this week already marks the end of our first "quarter" of the school year. The days fly by!
In closing, here are the kids (minus Frieda Joyce) in a house they built behind our house--complete with mud brick walls! Watching them build it took me back to the excitement of building forts as a kid (and made my smile remembering how I promised I'd never let those forts go to ruin, even if I had to rebuild them when coming home from college breaks)...
I guess that's it for now...until the next decent internet connection descends upon our house...(somehow the photo I had wanted to share of Adam with one of his work partners Dominique didn't load...but after such a long post, work & ministry stuff probably belongs in a separate post anyhow).
04 July 2016
(getting) ready for our journey
It’s that time again. Time to leave one place and move to a
new one. We’ve waited eagerly for three and a half years to get back to the
Central African Republic. And we’ve been in this current home in Yaoundé for
two whole years—the longest we’ve lived anywhere in our married lives (in fact,
the longest I’ve lived anywhere since I left MN to begin my linguistics study
in 2004).
The other night I got hit with a burst of excitement at the
thought of getting back to CAR and seeing, and hugging, friends I haven’t seen
since the morning of Christmas Eve 2012 when we left Berbérati all too quickly.
The happy part of moving is the going—especially going towards a place that is
familiar and people who we love.
Happy as we are about heading eastwards a week from
tomorrow, there are the inevitable pains of departure. And in spite of how long
we’ve been waiting, there just isn’t enough of anything—too few days to pack,
too few evenings to spend hanging out with friends, not enough space for
packing our stuff.
The last week will be busy—as full as possible of packing
things up, saying goodbyes, spending a little more time in this city and with
the many people here we have come to love. The going is exciting, but the
leaving—as always—will be sad. Since I’ll probably be too busy to get on here
again before we go, here’s something by Rabindranath Tagore to mark the event:
I have got my leave. Bid me
farewell, my brothers! I bow to you all and take my departure.
Here I give back the keys off my
door—and I give up all claims to my house, I only ask for last kind words from
you.
21 June 2016
David, Yahweh’s Anointed Sorcerer?
I blame my
parents. Of course, it’s a common thing
to do in our culture to find a cause for all our woes in those who reared us at
great cost. But, in my own defense, I
really do think that I can objectively trace it to them.
Those in similar
situations know my plight. The sticks
clacking together in mortal combat with your children intoning the light
saber’s “Woahn! Woahn!” Your curly-haired
two year old humming “the imperial march” while coloring. Your seven- and six-year-olds pointing and
counterpointing at the dinner table about
who was the most powerful Jedi. Yes,
it’s Star Wars sickness. An acute fever
that never seems to abate except by deep sleep.
Since we have been living in Yaoundé, my parents have access to “the
shipment” where they can send over gifts to their grandchildren via boat. It
takes about three months but it works.
Light sabers and Star Wars books came on the last shipment. Thus my blame-casting.
Because of the time it
takes to ship, my parents are already planning to send Christmas presents. They asked what the kids would like for a
gift. Our children responded with joy
that they wanted full Darth Vader costumes.
Both Ruth and I both promptly (and definitively) said no to their
request. Although one can grow tired of
Star Wars, that’s not the reason we denied their wish.
Now, we are actually
leaving the country in less than a month from our more affluent urban African
context to a poorer rural village setting.
We live now in a walled compound where our children play with other
Western children who speak English. The
rural village will be filled only with Central African children who speak Gbaya
and Sango and who have never seen Star Wars at all. To western children, Darth Vader costumes may
provide a way to relive a fun, exciting, and familiar story. It would not be experienced that way with the
children where we’re moving. The black
mask would likely be a terrifying thing and probably associated with some evil
spirit. To have it would likely do badly
for our children’s and our family’s reputations as Christians, not to mention scaring
the daylights out of our neighbors.
We explained to the
kids, “Darth Vader would be just fine in your culture, but in theirs it would
be a bad thing. It’s just not worth it
if we want to love our neighbors.”
The boys seemed to
understand, but were coming up with a solution.
Sam asked, “What if we show all our neighbors the movie then they can
understand?”
We said, “We likely
won’t get all of our neighbors to watch Star Wars, and it probably wouldn’t
change their reaction to you running around in the suit, because we
don’t change quickly from things we believe deep down.”
Darth Vader would have
too much baggage.
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Baggage is the word for
this episode of translation Tuesday.
We were reviewing a
translation in 1 Samuel 16:1-13. It’s a well-known
and interesting passage. God sends the
prophet Samuel to the house of Jesse in Bethlehem where God will make the
choice of his king because he has rejected Saul. There, Jesse brings all his sons (except the
youngest David who is watching the sheep) before Samuel. Samuel thinks that Eliab will certainly be
God’s choice of the next king because he’s so tall (people were impressed by
Saul’s height). The Lord famously
responds, “Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature,
because I have rejected him. For the LORD sees not as man sees: man looks on
the outward appearance, but the LORD looks on the heart."
After all of the
important older sons have been brought before Samuel and God doesn’t choose
them Samuel sent for the youngest son, David, to be brought. It’s revealed to Samuel that David is God’s
choice. Then the story ends on verse 13
when it says,
“Then Samuel took the horn of oil and anointed him in the midst
of his brothers. And the Spirit of the LORD rushed upon David
from that day forward. And Samuel rose up and went to Ramah.”
In my preparation for checking this verse I did a lot of study on the
word “anoint” with ideas how to help the translators come up with a good
translation of this key term. I assumed
that there was no word for it Gbaya. Boy,
was I wrong. They did have a perfectly
fine word that means ‘to anoint/put oil on someone’: “honga.”
Wow, cool. Since they have a word
that means ‘to anoint’ then we can move on to the next verse, right?
Well…remember that word baggage?
I just wanted to see how this word was used in the culture to see what
other meanings are associated with this word to make sure that it somewhat
matches the situation of David being anointed.
So I asked the translator, “When do you use ‘honga’ (to anoint) in
normal life?” After some discussion he
ended up writing these three situations in normal life where the word is used:
1. To put oil on one’s skin as a moisturizer.
2. To put oil on someone a transfer of power ritual from one village
chief to another. After the new chief is
anointed, local powerful evil spirits enter into the chief at this time to give
special discernment to the chief to lead wisely when the anointing is done.
3. To describe the act of the transfer of “witchcraft power” from a
female witch through the umbilical cord just after the witch’s baby is born. Or
the process of transferring witchcraft power from a wizard to his son (through
pronouncing certain words and transferring the power through clasped hands).
Read numbers 2 and 3 carefully again.
Now read 1 Samuel 16:13 again.
See the similarities in how anoint (honga) is used in modern Gbaya
culture and in the Biblical text?
Both (#2) involve transfer of power rituals: village chief in Gbaya and
David as the King of Israel.
Both involve spirit possession/control/influence (#2, #3) to empower the
leader’s new position.
Now….STOP!
What should we do?
Should we leave the word or change it somehow?
This is a good word in one sense, but will people be confused that David
is possessed by the same local spirit(s) or by ‘witchcraft power’?
Will ‘the spirit of the LORD’ be confused with the local evil spirits
from this?
If I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard Gbaya church folks equate witchcraft
power as the source of the Apostle’s power to heal, then I could buy my family
a hearty breakfast of beignets.
Does David’s blessing by being able to escape Saul due to the secret
wisdom given by the spirits just like the wisdom the village chief has from the
rite performed by the anointing?
What should we do?
Or does it, like Darth Vader, have too
much baggage to change much in the community’s ears?
31 May 2016
Goliath Kilikiting-Thing
All languages have words that are fairly boring,with little precision, having equivalents in almost every language (your standard vanilla and chocolate flavor words): ho-hum vocab fodder that you have to memorize to learn.
However, every language also has amazing words with have precise definitions, words that aren't found in most other languages (your chocolate-fudge-rippled-with-amphetamine-dipped-bacon-bits-enrobed-in-dark-chocolate flavor words).
Gbaya is no exception. For example, they don't have a general word for "to choose". They have a word meaning choosing the best out of something but not just something generally meaning "to choose"(chocolate and vanilla).
They do, like many other African languages, have a special kind of word called "ideophones." I know when one hears that word "ideophone" for the first time, one might think of phones that should be programmed to administer grave electric shocks to the idiots who are using them while driving. But ideophones are not that (unfortunately.)
Ideophones are words that evoke an idea in sound, often a vivid impression of certain sensations or sensory perceptions, e.g. sound, movement, color, shape, or action. Ideophones are found in many of the world's languages, though they are relatively uncommon in Western languages.(Wikipedia)
These words usually are usually onomatopoeic and often have very specific situations in which they occur. In Gbaya they always are all high tones and often have consonants that don't occur in "normal" words (like the very rare "v" sound in Gbaya).
I first really came in contact with these words when Alexis and I were doing a check of 1 Samuel 17 (the famous David and Goliath story). Now, ideophones don't occur in Hebrew, yet these words are used to match the particular situations in the story. And the feedback on these words in the Bible translation was that they make the story "better" and "really Gbaya". Here's just a couple of words used in the story...words to which there is certainly no equivalent in English (at least that I can figure out).
I went through each word with Alexis and it was impossible for him to give a Sango or French one-word equivalent. He described the situations in which they were used and we came up with a definition from there.
Veng- The way
in which something separates from something quickly. Like the way a rock flies out of a sling. This was used in 17:51 Describing how Goliath’s head came off after David's swipe of his sword. (Did it come off with a swipe or did he hack it off?....we don't know)
Kilikiting- The state of something big and heavy that has fallen down that does not move
anymore. But it has the connotation of
someone looking at this “fallen big thing” and saying mockingly “You’re not so
big now!”. Used in 1 Samuel 17:50 describing Goliath being killed by David.
Tondolo- The state of something either asleep or dead that
doesn’t seem to have any muscle control. Alexis said, "Imagine if you saw someone who is immediately killed by a bullet in the head, how does their body position look after it has fallen? That's tondolo." Used to describe the dead bodies of the Philistines on the road from the battlefield to Ekron
in 1 Samuel 17:51.
Degbele-degbele- The movement of fat jiggling or swaying from side to side on someone. Usually referring to a
fat belly or a fat backside swaying from side to side when a person is walking slowly. Pragmatically used to say that someone is fat in sort of a silly and joking way (African cultures aren't sensitive about being fat as Western cultures are). This was discussed as being used to describe Eli in God's accusation of him not taking the sacrifices seriously but instead just "fattening" himself in 1 Samuel 2:29. However, this was later abandoned because it was too comical of a word to be used in such a serious situation. No really, everybody just was dying laughing every time we read it and became weeks long of puns with this word at every opportunity followed by 15 seconds of good laughing. So.... no go on this one.
These kinds of words are peppered all over the Gbaya New and Old Testament translations. Because a Bible translation is not a true Bible translation until it sounds like your language. Or, in our case, it sounds like "real Gbaya." Like God speaking to you personally where you are. Because that's what the Bible is.
24 May 2016
The curious case of the unflipped phrase
The translator read
clearly Genesis 1:27 so the back translator could hear:
“Sɔ dea wi nɛ zizitɛ
wa. Nɛ zizitɛ wa, Sɔ dea wi.”
The back translator
faithfully translated back in French:
“God made mankind in his image…[now hesitates]
In his image, God made them.”
I asked the back
translator,
“I hear your translation, but is there anything unusual about the Gbaya
here? Is there anything that doesn’t
sound right?”
He said, “The first
sentence makes sense, ‘God made people to be like Him somehow.’
The second sentence doesn’t make any sense at
all. I know all the words, but…it makes
no sense.”
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When someone says
about a Scripture draft in their native tongue, “I know all the words, but it
makes no sense.” Suddenly, little alarms
go off in my head and little khaki-trousered and plaid-shirted (the garb of
most translation consultants I know) firefighters go sliding down poles,
frantically putting on gear and roaring out of the station ready to embattle
some theological inferno. Something has
gone wrong.
Of course, this was
very useful information that the back translator was providing as we tested
whether the Gbaya translation of Genesis was accurate and natural. Now, the back translator is a native speaker
of the language who has not been involved in the translation of the text. Ideally,
the back translator has little prior knowledge of the Bible. This way, we can
be sure that the translation itself is being evaluated and not the back
translator’s prior Bible trivia prowess.
During the checking of the passage, the translator reads out the passage
and the back translator (hearing it for the first time) translates it back into
French on the spot. Then the consultant
asks further questions to the back translator in order to find out what the
passage really is or isn’t
communicating. It’s a pretty good way of
testing if you do it right.
Now, from my previous
study of Gbaya, I anticipated that this would happen from when I read the draft
before the checking session.
But I’m getting ahead of myself… to understand
the problem here, we must have a little grammar lesson.
A grammar lesson?
Now, I know that
grammar comes to some like a walk in the countryside and to others like a kick
in the teeth. I, myself, lie (or is it ‘lay’ hmmmm…) somewhere between these
two. No matter where the foot lies for
you on this issue, however, I beg you to continue reading, as this won't hurt a bit if you keep still.
Word Order
English has a standard
sentence word order. It’s Subject, Verb,
Object, Indirect Object.
For example,
1. Papa wants meat in his belly.
Subject
Verb Object Indirect Object
However, in English,
this word order is not set in stone. In
certain situations English grammar allows this order to be switched. In #2 the indirect object is put at the beginning of
the phrase. For example:
2. Where does papa want his meat?
(pointing) In his belly is where Papa wants his meat.
Indirect Object Subject Verb Object
Here “in his belly” is
put in prominence as the place where he wants his meat.
Simple, huh?
Now here’s how Gbaya
word order works (even simpler).
Gbaya Word Order
Gbaya word order is similar to English in that it, too, is Subject Verb Object Indirect Object. Yet, it is different from English in that its grammar does not allow any of the parts to be put in a different order. If you do put the parts in a different order, it doesn’t work. It doesn’t make any sense.
God made man in his own image
God made man in his own image
Hmmmm… Doesn’t really roll off the tongue, does it? Repeating the phrase doesn’t seem right, and it certainly isn’t what the original Hebrew wants us to do.
Which leads us to our next lesson
The Problem Revealed (well….at least the first bit)
Now you see the first part of the problem with the translation. In the second part of Genesis 1:27, the translators copied the form of a French version (which copied the form of the Hebrew original) in their translation. They translated “In the image of God, he created them.” They put the indirect object “in the image” before the subject. A big no-no in in Gbaya. Thus it sounded weird and must be rejected. But now we confirmed the translation’s wonkiness, we now make it a good translation. How did we proceed?Working towards a (good) solution
We could quickly just solve the problem by switching the word order back to what the Gbaya grammar allows, right? Just put that object at the end where it belongs. Well…. This is what you’d get.God made man in his own image
God made man in his own image
Hmmmm… Doesn’t really roll off the tongue, does it? Repeating the phrase doesn’t seem right, and it certainly isn’t what the original Hebrew wants us to do.
Which leads us to our next lesson
Hebrew chiasmus anyone?
Hebrew
(the language that Genesis 1:27 was originally written in) often uses a
literary device called chiasmus.
Chiasmus is a literary device where words are repeated in a certain way
to give prominence to an element. In
fact Genesis 1:27 is a chiasmus. Here it
is showing the original word order with A, A’ and B, B’ marking the structure:
God
made man A
in his image B
In his
image B’
He made
them A’
You see
how the B sentences are both in the middle?
They are placed in the middle to make them prominent. So, in other words, the author wanted to make
sure that the fact that people are made in God’s image is emphasized. But how do we reflect this emphasis in Gbaya?
Working towards a (good) solution
At this
point, I explained the last three lessons to the team and asked the question,
“How do
we emphasize that they were made in God’s image in good Gbaya without just
repeating the phrase?”
The
translators discussed a solution and came up with this.
Sɔ dea
wi nɛ zizitɛ wa.
nɛ mbwa baa may nɛ tɛ̂ zizitɛ
Sɔ.
God made man in his image.
And they truly were taken together in God’s image.
We
further checked this solution with the back translator and he said that made sense. We also continued talking about what it means
to be made in God’s image and how that influences the choices of our daily
lives.
Lesson?
Is
there a lesson from this little Scripture checking session?
Yes,
mainly that nerds are needed.
Specifically linguistic nerds.
Bible translators
need to have a self-awareness of how their language is different from the
language they're translating from. Just
because someone knows their language doesn’t mean they know how their language
works. And in translation that makes a
big difference. And if no one is
analyzing the languages how can this important information help translators? It can't. More nerds are needed.
Why?
Because God’s truth is too important to leave it at
“I
understand all the words but it makes no sense.”
02 May 2016
mango season
I love mango season.
spices ready to be mixed up with mangoes for mango chutney...
spicy, delicious finished chutney...
and mango butter too (because there are oh-so-many mangoes...)
Sam and Lo, cooling off in the mini swimming pool:
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