It is often seen as a corruption of pristine diction that is not worth the epithet of an actual language. I love language, and Pidgin English is, for me, an enigma. I turned back to my coding, adjusted my seat and said to myself, “Actually it does.” “Ah, Agana, pidgin no get grammar oo,” he protested, with an air of finality that lingered after he left the room. “I dey go search chow give we.” Kwame looked at me in astonishment. Despite his being visibly hungry and irritable that hot afternoon three years ago, I could not suppress the scrupulous grammarian in my head that was reaching out to grab him by the throat.
“Chale, I dey go search chow give us,” my good friend Kwame said.
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