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My grandmother's English

Nsisong Effiong28 March 2026

She borrowed it the way
you borrow a coat in a country
that does not know your cold—
grateful, but always aware
of the wrong weight on your shoulders.

What survives translation
is not the word
but the pressure behind it,
the place in the throat
where meaning lives
before it becomes language.

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