Showing posts with label Language Bloopers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Language Bloopers. Show all posts

Monday, March 31, 2014

WHAT Did You Say?! ~ The Many Jobs of a Missionary, Linguist, Part 3

IMG_1497Almost every missionary who has learned a new language has a hilarious story or two about his language bloopers.

Since I write out all my Bible lessons word-for-word, I don’t have too many funny mistakes to share, just average mistakes; but my husband has made some memorable gaffes that I hope will encourage all who attempt to learn a foreign language, that no matter how bad the mistake, just keep trying!

Besides innocuous one-liner funnies, like telling a line of 20 baptismal candidates to hold their sheep (tinyimpfu) instead of their noses (tinompfu), I’d like to share 2 of Seth’s worst, funniest mistakes that we still laugh about with tears and sides aching, and embarrassment!

But first as a warm-up, I’ll share a misunderstanding he had with a neighbor over terminology, which illustrates how the Tsongas will “tsongalize” an English word, and we don’t catch it; and then we laugh later at how they used or abused the English language.

Our neighbors came at 8 PM one night, upset--not at the man's immorality with a woman--but that the woman had stolen some of his paperwork, like his identity book, as well as his “tijokes.” (This guy is quite a character; he calls himself Walker Texas Ranger.) Our neighbor wanted Seth to drive him a couple villages away to retrieve these things, especially the “tijokes.”

Seth was wondering what those were—comic books? Seth tried to refuse, “It’s late!” but eventually, he drove them. Finally when they were almost back home, he discovered that “tijokes” are underwear! (We guessed it comes from the brand name Jockey.) We still tease Seth about his gallant nature in this misadventure of rescuing the man’s "tijokes."

Okay, first BIG blooper:

Upon preaching through Ephesians in youth group, Seth arrived at Ephesians 5:22. At the end of a sermon on Biblical femininity, Seth gave some practical applications to the teen girls. He was trying to translate “don’t initiate” (in the context of guys and girls), and this was yet another example of Tsonga’s limited vocabulary. He took the verb for “be first, or begin” (rhanga), and added the “-isa” ending to it (rhangisa), which changes it to “make first, or to lead.” Then he added the emphatic negative command (not just a simple negative command); like saying, “Don’t ever do this.”

It should have worked! The way he did it would have worked with most verbs; but not this one. The sermon was a total loss after that. The youth tried to control themselves; but I’ll never forget one adult woman who had attended that day, hiding her face in her arms, shoulders shaking from laughter for five full minutes!

One of them finally got up the nerve to explain after youth group. Unbeknownst to Seth, colloquially, the mothers tell their children this word to begin dressing. If there is no direct object after “rhangisa,” it colloquially means, “start dressing,” or more specifically, “Put on your underwear.”

Seth had just told the girls in a mixed youth group, in the context of what to do in relation to guys, “Don’t ever put on your underclothes!” AUGH!  The good thing about mistakes like that is that you never forget the language lesson!

Second mistake:

Seth was preaching a sermon on baptism, preparing some baptismal candidates for an upcoming baptismal service. He meant to be reassuring, “You will get in the water, you will get wet, and then you will come out…”

The word for get wet is “tsakama.” He mistakenly added that “-isa” ending again, which literally means “to make wet,” but colloquially means “to urinate.” He told them, “You’ll get in the water, you’ll urinate, and then you’ll come out…”

I'm going first!

I love telling these stories, especially to fellow missionaries, because they can understand, because there is healing in the humility of making fun of yourself and a release from discouragement when you can laugh about it, and because it may encourage others to keep going in their endeavors to learn a language--because it can’t get much worse than this. :)

Saturday, July 27, 2013

A Tangled Mind???


Well, we are at the end of our “tangled tongue” stories until someone else passes some more along.  I just have a couple more for you today.

When learning Spanish, a missionary was trying to say, “Excuse me,” but kept saying, “Spit on me,” instead.

When playing a game of Uno, a missionary told the other player that they were very ugly instead of unkind.

Another lady was teaching a Christian charm course for young ladies.  She was telling them about face cream and how moisturizing can help keep from having wrinkles.  Instead of wrinkles she said warts.  Those girls were horrified!

My husband and I have been learning Fante, the tribal language in our area.  One of the major problems with Fante is that the same word can mean many different things.  It just depends on the tone of voice in which it is said and the context in which it is used.  For example, the word “dɔ” (pronounced daw) can mean 1. To heat up; 2. To love; 3. To be fed up; 4. To dive; 5. To swear by something; 6. To seek refuge; 7. Deep.  Forget tangled tongues; I have a tangled mind!! Just when I think I am beginning to understand, I learn a new meaning for a word.  I may never master Fante, but I will keep trying.

If you have a language blooper or a funny story that you would like to share with us, please e-mail them to me at lo@consfords.com. Please include the name of each family member, your field of service, and a picture of your family if possible.

Until next week, keep your sunny side up!


Saturday, July 20, 2013

Tangled Tongues – Watch out for those Squirrels!

This week, we have another story from Rita Vernoy. She and her husband are missionaries in Paraguay.  She blogs at http://ritaloca.blogspot.com.br/.  They went to language school in Mexico for a year before going to Venezuela as missionaries.  They had to leave Venezuela due to political turmoil and are now serving the Lord in Paraguay.

When they first arrived in Venezuela, Rita’s husband took the pastorate of a church.  This meant that he had to prepare four sermons a week.  His Spanish was decent, but he still had to put a lot of effort into sermon preparation. 

One Sunday, he stood to preach on the subject of “Pride.”  He had a three-point outline and had put a lot of effort into preparing the sermon.  For thirty minutes, he preached about pride.  He told the congregation to search their lives for pride.  He told them that there is no place for pride in the Christian’s life.  It was a very challenging message.

The problem was that the congregation was not responding appropriately.  Many of the people had big smiles, and some were trying not to laugh out loud.  Some looked at their feet during the entire sermon. The adults kept their laughter contained, but the children were laughing.

Rita’s husband was so discouraged with the spirit of the congregation.  He knew that God had wanted him to preach on pride, and he did not understand the problem with the people.  Rita had to break it to him gently that instead of preaching on pride, which is “orgullo” in Spanish, he had used the word “ardilla,” which is the Spanish word for squirrel.  The mental picture that those people were getting would have been quite funny – Christians hunting out and killing squirrels, God hating squirrels, and Christians not having room for squirrels in their lives!

The following week, her husband did not even want to preach.  He was embarrassed about his sermon from the week before.  However, he was the pastor; so, he had to swallow his “squirrels” and preach anyway!

Thank you for sharing that story with us, Rita!

If you have a language blooper or a funny story that you would like to share with us, please e-mail them to me at lo@consfords.com. Please include the name of each family member, your field of service, and a picture of your family if possible.


Until next week, keep your sunny side up!

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Tangled Tongues - Part 3

This week, we have a great story from Rita Vernoy.  She and her husband are missionaries in Paraguay. She blogs at RitaLoca.BlogSpot.com.

They went to language school in Mexico for a year before going to Venezuela as missionaries.  They had to leave Venezuela due to political turmoil and are now serving the Lord in Paraguay.

Shortly after they had arrived in Venezuela, they went to visit a family who had visited the church.  The young couple invited them in for coffee.  As Rita sat listening, the woman was explaining about a documentary they had seen on television.  Rita thought the documentary was about chickens.  The other lady seemed very impressed with the subject.  Rita had some first-hand knowledge about chickens.  She decided to join the conversation.  She said quite proudly, “I have killed chickens myself.”  The other lady’s eyes got very large as she asked, “You???”  Rita went on to say that it was an easy but messy job and that her Dad used to kill dozens at one time.  The other lady looked at her husband with a look of disbelief and said, “Really???” 

By this time, Rita’s husband was almost rolling on the floor as he tried to contain his laughter.  Rita was getting a little perturbed.  She was from West Virginia, and raising chickens was not so difficult!!  Rita replied, “Of course!  It’s not hard!” With a disapproving look the other lady asked, “And how do you kill them?” Rita said, “Why, by grabbing them firmly around the neck and swinging them by the neck until it breaks!  It is quite easy to do if you know the method!”  Rita’s husband could no longer contain his laughter and burst out laughing.  The lady’s husband exclaimed, “You killed them by breaking their necks with your bare hands?!?”  Rita angrily said, “Yes!”  Through laughter the lady asked, “You can kill “WHALES” with your bare hands?!”  Rita said, “Whales? What are you talking about?”

Rita’s husband finally took pity on her and told her that the documentary was on “Whale Killing,” not chickens!  With a very red face, she realized the mistake that she had made.  She thought that the lady said “gallina,” but she had said “ballena.”  Since that time, that man has become a pastor.  Anytime that Rita is around, she is introduced as “The whale killer!”

Thank you for sharing that story with us, Rita!

If you have a language blooper or a funny story that you would like to share with us, please e-mail them to me at lo@consfords.com. Please include the name of each family member, your field of service, and a picture of your family if possible.

Until next week, keep your sunny side up!

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Tangled Tongues - Part 2

My husband has been interviewing veteran missionaries.  One of the questions that he asks is: “What has been the biggest mistake in your cross-cultural experience?” This question is meant to get a light-hearted response concerning language bloopers.  He has had some funny responses.  One man said that he was demanding a glass; they had brought him a canned drink, and he does not drink out of cans.  He kept insisting on a glass.  Finally, someone told him that they appreciated the fact that he was learning their language, but what was it exactly that he was wanting.  He told them in English that he wanted a glass.  They told him that he had been telling the man, “I want a kiss right now!”  If you would like to listen to some of these interviews, you can do so by going to missionaryonfire.com.

Here are some more language bloopers that other missionaries shared.

One man while preaching in French, said that the man was beaten with virgins (vierges) instead of rods (verges).


In a Spanish speaking country, a lady was trying to say that she was embarrassed (avergonsada); instead, she said that she was pregnant (embarasada).  Another lady made the same mistake at a Spanish conference, but she was dating the pastor’s son!

Someone was scolding some children for throwing dirt on her baby.  They gave her the “weird-lady-who never-makes-sense” look and continued throwing dirt.  Later, she figured out that she was saying homework instead of dirt.

A single lady was spending the summer with missionaries in Mexico.  She learned the word for hunger (hambre). At the close of her first teen meeting, she announced in front of everyone that she had very much “hombre,” which means men instead of hunger.  She was teased all summer about that one.

A man who was in language school in Russia meant to say, “I love Friday!” at the end of the day of classes.  Instead, he exclaimed quite loudly, “I love DRUNK!”  One “t” is the only difference between the two words.


A lady in the Dominican Republic was trying to ask the neighbor to help her with the cherries (cerezas), but she asked for help with the beers (cervesas) instead.


Another lady who is learning Spanish keeps saying that she cooked someone instead of saying that she knows them.


If you have a language blooper or a funny story that you would like to share with us, please e-mail them to me at lo@consfords.com. Please include the name of each family member, your field of service, and a picture of your family if possible.

Until next week, keep your sunny side up!