it's nice knowing that their is still hope for keeping and holding on to your own language. it's sad when you lose does fluent speakers. making it more important to documenting it. As you train new speakers reminding them the importance of the language is all you can do. for our ancestors and the new generations to come

knowing that the future of your culture and traditional is in your hands, that is a lot of pressure. hardworking towards preserving and documenting your own language is special.All this hard work is for the new generation, and the ones that are welling to learn.

sometimes we forget, but we all need a reminder to stop worrying about things we can't control. for me when i start to overthink, l remember or listen to the song "one day that a time" it simply says " Yesterday's gone sweet Jesus And tomorrow may never be mine Lord help me today, show me the way One day at a time"

The way our ancestors lived there life, they found the ten Commandments. they know them my heart but not by sight. all the BIPOC people had there own way of life. they leaved by and with nature with respect and acknowledgement.But that wrong to the eyes of the colonialism.

Telling someone to forget something that happened to them is telling them to forget there history. she is right, it's easy for you to say it, if it didn't happen to you. when something didn't happen to you, your privileged. cause you quite don't understand why they can't let it go. in there mind there a 1000 ways they won't have lived there lifes.

The Residential school, other topic that doesn't really make sense to me. the kids were taken away from homes with no consent of any parents. they were treated poor, in the process of it they lost everything that they called there own. here is something i don't understand. the main of the residential schools was to "kill the Indian and save the child".to me the child was already Indian so i don't understand how that will work. then they realised there plan wasn't working. After 60 years of doing this. i don't understand how it can take someone 60 years to understand that there idea or method is not working. could someone explain that to me.

It's good to acknowledge the past and know that there is nothing you can do about it. But this idea of colonialism, something I believe I will never stand. I how could you come to my own house that is on my own land and make rules for me. am sorry to say but no nation didn't colonialism. all Black Indigenous people of colour (B.I.P.O.C) were living happy and in harmony before white people come from where they came from.

when I read this, it made me reminds me my own origin and names that i have. my last name belong to my ancestors. My last Name " Babirye" belongs to my great Grand mother of my Grandfather. in my culture, the names are chosen in order and mostly by your dad (the father of your dad). the first child is named after his Grand parents, the second one is named after his parents, the third one is named after him and the fourth on is named after you ( the parent). then your siblings. because of this system, every one has there own unique names or different last names. for example, my Initals are BJ, my sisters of them is KK and other is GG. because everyone has there own last names.

This also reminds me my own Grandmother. I grew up with her to. she was nice and gentle. i find that old people are the wise and knowledge giver and storyteller. they give hope to the younger people. A.K.A the know adults. I mean for me when I picture my Grandmother, in time of wanna giving up. I tell myself. if she can do it, so can i .

she knows their is same differences between her people and the neighbours that were around them (the other two tribes). but in her eyes they were all one. They understand one other, shared everything, most importantly the Land. The land didn't belong to any of the people, The Gods gave it to all to take care. so when they started dividing Territories or making them. in her eyes they were separating the people that were one.