- published: 06 Jan 2015
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Sango (also spelled Sangho) is the primary language spoken in the Central African Republic: it has approximately 1,600,000 second-language speakers, but only about 404,000 native speakers, mainly in the towns.
Some linguists, following William J. Samarin, classify it as a Ngbandi-based creole; others, however (e.g. Marcel Diki-Kidiri, Charles H. Morrill) reject this classification, saying that changes in Sango structures (both internally and externally) can be explained quite well without a creolization process.
According to the creolization hypothesis, Sango is exceptional in that it is an African- rather than European-based creole. Although French has contributed numerous loanwords, Sango's structure is wholly African.
A variety of Sango was used as a vehicular language along the Ubangi River before French colonization in the late 1800s. The French army recruited Central Africans, causing them to increasingly use Sango as a means of inter-ethnic communication. Throughout the twentieth century missionaries promoted Sango due to its wide usage.
All Eyes on the system placed before you.
no time for an explanation.
Deceitful, why we dancing
if you listen
close enough
doesn't it feel, like a broken record.
Slicing through the skin
the sound has been over played and overrated
but the dance shop takes a long time dont it
we go round and round.
forget the heart, the life, the sting, the stage, the sound.
we go all round, this way
I quess the powers that we will see
it's time to make, our dicision and if you listen
close enough.
doesn't it feel, like a broken record.
Slicing through the skin
the sound has been over played and overrated
and do I excist to satisfy you
and satisfy nothing
Im right here and I hoping to be something,
to mean something to somebody at all.
but it's the same old song, one dance
with the same old song.
same old song, same old song, same old song, it's the same old song
same old song, same old song, same old song, it's the same old song
doesn't it feel like a broken record, a broken record.
I excist to satisfy you to satisfy nothing.
fear stares the wrong ways.
but right know Im hoping to be something
to mean someting to somebody at all.