Revisiting Marechera’s ‘dissertation’ on language
LANGUAGE is like water. You can drink it. You can swim in it. You can drown in it. You can wear a snorkel in it. You can flow to the sea in it. You can evaporate and become invisible with it. You can remain standing in a bucket for hours.
The Japanese invented a way of torturing people with drops of water. The Portuguese in Angola and Mozambique also used water to torture people. The dead friend Owen, who painted the mural on my wall, used to dream about putting LSD into South Africa’s drinking water. It seems inconceivable to think of humans who have no language. They may have invented gelignite but they cannot do without water.
Some take it neat from rivers and wells. Some have it clinically treated and reservoired. Others drink nothing but beer and Bloody Marys and wine, but this too is a way of taking your water.
The way you take your water is supposed to say a lot about you. It is supposed to reflect your history, your culture, your breeding, etc. It is supposed to show the extent to which you and your nation have developed or degenerated.
The word “primitive” is applied to all those who take their alphabet neat from rivers, sewers and natural scenery - sometimes this may be described as the romantic imagination. The height of sophistication is actually to channel your water through a system of pipes right into your very own lavatory where you shake the hand of a machine and your s**t and filthy manners disappear in a roaring of water.
Being water you can spread diseases like bilharzias and thought. Thought is more fatal than bilharzia. And if you want to write a book you cannot think unless your thoughts are contagious. “Do you still think and dream in your first language?” someone asked me in London. Words are worlds massively shrunk:
In yonder raindrop should its heart disclose,
Behold therein a hundred seas displayed.
When thought becomes wisdom, the scholar can say: I came like water, and like wind I go. And the believer can only sing: Celestial sweetness unalloy’d Who eat thee hunger still; Who drink of thee still feel a void Which only thou canst fill. The languages of Europe (except Basque, Hungarian, Finnish, Turkish) are descended from one parent language which was spoken about 2500 to 2000 BC. This indo-European group of languages - in their modern form has been carried (by colonisation, trade, conquest) to the far corners of the earth.
Thus the Indo-European river has quite neatly overflowed its banks like the flood in the Bible has flooded Africa, Asia, America and all the islands. In this case there does not seem to have been any Noah about who built an ark to save even just two words of all the languages and speech, which were drowned.
Literacy today is just the beginning of the story. Words are the waters which power the hydro-electricity of nations. Words are the chemicals that H2O human intercourse. Words are the rain of votes which made the harvest possible. Words are the thunderstorm when a nation is divided.