WHISPERS OF IGBO IN A MODERN WORLD

In a world where English dominates classrooms, social media, and even our dreams, my mother tongue sometimes feels like a whisper.I am Igbo. That part has never changed.But fluency? That is another story.I did not grow up speaking "perfect" Igbo. I speak my dialect. I understand more than I confidently express. Sometimes I search for words. Sometimes English answers before Igbo does.And yet… when I hear someone say, "Kedu? something inside me responds faster than grammar ever could.Asụsụ m abụghị naanị okwu. Ọ bụ mgbọrọgwụ m. (My language is not just words. It is my root.)International Mother Language Day reminds us that language is identity. But identity is not mostly loud, it's where we belong as a people. Sometimes it lives quietly in proverbs our mothers say, in the way our names are pronounced at home, in the tone our elders use when they call us "Nwa m." In school, English was excellence. Igbo was optional.In public, English was confidence. Igbo was comfort.Many of us grew up in that space, understanding our mother tongue but hesitating to speak it fully. Not because we are ashamed, but because modernity moved faster than tradition.Yet Igbo still finds its way back to me.In laughter.In greetings.In family gatherings.In the rhythm of my dialect.Ọ dị m ka m na-amụ ya ọzọ. (It feels like I am learning it again.)And maybe that is okay.Fluency is beautiful, but belonging is deeper than grammar. Even in fragments, even in dialect, even in whispers, Igbo still lives in me.I be omo igbo.I will always remember my grandmother's delicacies. I always enjoyed her dishes with the popular "Okpeye". I can't seem to understand the magic in that, but she works wonders with it whenever she cooks. The Igbos have several amazing kitchen cuisines. The likes of:Ofe Onugbu Ofe ohaOfe NsalaOfe ogbonoAbacha (The popular African salad enjoyed by many).Isi Ewu.OkpaNkwobi and many more.From Ofe onugbu in Abia to ukwa in Imo, from Nsukka's tone to Nnewi's rhythm, igbo culture is diversity within unity.In a modern world that often prioritizes global languages, preserving our mother tongue does not always start with perfection. It starts with intention. With trying. With speaking, even if the words come slowly. Because even a whisper can carry history.Even a whisper can carry home.Ndi Igbo kwenu!!!!!!

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