My husband often jokes that he married me for my distinctive "Nigerian-English-Indian" accent and pronunciations. Ever so often he misunderstands both the context and subject of our conversation, which can be frustrating and entertaining all at once. So you can imagine the look on his face when I spoke about painting our entry-way wall so as to mount my "mask" collection, which he heard as "mosques". I could spend a lifetime in this country and I still will not be able to twist my A's to have it sound like how Americans/my husband say it.
Communication hurdles apart, the wall turned out perfect, and my "mask" collection has a new home.
