As children my brother & I were able to speak our 'Mother Tongue' (Fante) fluently.
Primary school teacher 'Sister Kathleen' advised my Mother to speak more in 'English' at home. She believed that conversing predominantly in our native language, took a negative affect on our school work. Unfortunately my Mother complied.
During the early stages of secondary school, Mother attempted to rekindle conversations in Fante at home; she only received English responses from us - vehemently denying to even utter the words.
We were uncomfortable, embarrassed, opting to embrace street talk/slang instead; ousting any recollection of our 'Mother Tongue'.
'An Outcast among my own people' -; the statement which i wrote down following my most recent trip to Ghana, i was left disconnected.
I guess were all creatures of consequence, as from that experience I have completely devoted my efforts towards making small steps in order to reboot my connection with my Motherland.