第十三章: 色盲 Colorblind
Teddy’s mom worked as a domestic for a family in Linksfield, a wealthy suburb near school. Linksfield was a long walk from my house, nearly forty minutes, but still doable. Walking around was pretty much all I did back then, anyway. I couldn’t afford to do anything else, and I couldn’t afford to get around any other way. If you liked walking, you were my friend. Teddy and I walked all over Johannesburg together. I’d walk to Teddy’s house and we’d hang out there. Then we’d walk back to my house and hang out there. We’d walk from my house down to the city center, which was like a three-hour hike, just to hang out, and then we’d walk all the way back.
泰迪的妈妈在给林克斯菲尔德的一户人家做用人，那是一片靠近学校的富人区。从我家走到林克斯菲尔德是一段很长的路，大约需要步行40分钟，但是依然在可以接受的范围内。反正那个时候我每天能干的事情就只有走来走去。我又没钱去干别的，而且也没钱搭公交。如果你喜欢走路，那你可以和我做朋友。泰迪和我走遍了约翰内斯堡的角角落落。我会走去泰迪家，在那边玩一会儿，然后一起走回我家，在这边玩一会儿。再然后，我们一起从我家走到市中心，大约要走三个小时，我们就只是走去玩一会儿，然后，我们再一路走回来。
At Sandringham I got to know this one kid, Teddy. Funny guy, charming as hell. My mom used to call him Bugs Bunny; he had a cheeky smile with two big teeth that stuck out the front of his mouth. Teddy and I got along like a house on fire, one of those friends where you start hanging out and from that day forward you’re never apart. We were both naughty as shit, too. With Teddy, I’d finally met someone who made me feel normal. I was the terror in my family. He was the terror in his family. When you put us together it was mayhem. Walking home from school we’d throw rocks through windows, just to see them shatter, and then we’d run away. We got detention together all the time. The teachers, the pupils, the principal, everyone at school knew: Teddy and Trevor, thick as thieves.
在桑德林汉姆中学，我认识了一个小孩——泰迪。他是个很有趣的家伙，特别有人格魅力。我妈妈曾叫他“兔八哥”，他笑起来的样子显得很淘气，两颗牙齿会从嘴巴里伸出来。我和泰迪一熟起来便一发不可收拾，他是那种一旦开始玩起来，两人就再也分不开的那种朋友。我们两个都淘气得不行。和泰迪在一起，我终于感觉自己是正常人了。我是我家的恐怖分子，他是他家的恐怖分子。当你把我们俩放在一起，就是灾难。放学路上，我们会随手往路过的窗户上扔石头，就是为了看着窗户破掉，然后我们溜之大吉。我们两个总是一起被留校察看。老师、学生、校长、学校里的每个人都知道：泰迪和特雷弗，亲密无间、狼狈为奸。
One night we were at the mall and most of the shops were closed, but the cinema was still showing movies so the building was still open. There was this stationery shop that sold greeting cards and magazines, and it didn’t have a door, so when it closed at night there was only a metal gate, like a trellis, that was pulled across the entrance and padlocked. Walking past this shop, Teddy and I realized that if we put our arms through the trellis we could reach this rack of chocolates just inside. And these weren’t just any chocolates — they were alcohol-filled chocolates. I loved alcohol. Loved loved loved it. My whole life I’d steal sips of grown-ups’ drinks whenever I could.
有天晚上我们在商场里玩，那时大多数商铺已经关门了，但由于电影院还有放映，所以整栋楼还开着。那里有个卖贺卡和杂志的文具店，没有门，只有一道类似于网格的铁栅栏，晚上关店的时候，在入口拉开栅栏，挂上锁，就算关了门。泰迪和我路过这家店的时候意识到，我们把胳膊伸进这道铁栅栏，刚刚好碰到摆有巧克力的那排架子。而且，这不是普普通通的巧克力——这是酒心巧克力。我喜欢酒。超级超级喜欢。我长这么大，只要有机会，就想偷喝一口大人的酒。
Friday and Saturday nights we’d walk to the mall and hang out. The Balfour Park Shopping Mall was a few blocks from my house. It’s not a big mall, but it has everything — an arcade, a cinema, restaurants, South Africa’s version of Target, South Africa’s version of the Gap. Then, once we were at the mall, since we never had any money to shop or watch movies or buy food, we’d just wander around inside.
周五和周六的晚上，我们会走到商场去玩。巴尔弗公园商场离我家就只有几个街区，不是个大商场，但什么都有——游戏厅、电影院、餐厅，有南非版的塔吉特百货，还有南非版的盖璞。我们其实没有钱买东西、看电影或吃东西，所以只能在商场里瞎转悠。
We reached in, grabbed a few, drank the liquor inside, and then gobbled down the chocolates. We’d hit the jackpot. We started going back again and again to steal more. We’d wait for the shops to start to close, then we’d go and sit against the gate, acting like we were just hanging out. We’d check to make sure the coast was clear, and then one of us would reach in, grab a chocolate, and drink the whiskey. Reach in, grab a chocolate, drink the rum. Reach in, grab a chocolate, drink the brandy. We did this every weekend for at least a month, having the best time. Then we pushed our luck too far.
我们把胳膊伸进去，拿了几块巧克力，喝掉了里面的酒，又狼吞虎咽地吃掉了巧克力。我们简直像中了大奖，于是开始反复回到那边，试图偷更多的巧克力。我们会等着商铺快要关门的时候过去，坐在铁门边，假装在玩。然后确保四周没人后，我们轮流伸手进去，拿一块巧克力，喝掉里面的威士忌。伸手进去，拿一块巧克力，喝掉里面的朗姆酒。伸手进去，拿一块巧克力，喝掉里面的白兰地。我们每周末都要做这件事，持续了至少一个月，开心得不得了。我们太得寸进尺了。
It was a Saturday night. We were hanging out at the entrance to the stationery shop, leaning up against the gate. I reached in to grab a chocolate, and at that exact moment a mall cop came around the corner and saw me with my arm in up to my shoulder. I brought my hand out with a bunch of chocolates in it. It was almost like a movie. I saw him. He saw me. His eyes went wide. I tried to walk away, acting natural. Then he shouted out, “Hey! Stop!”
那天是周六晚上。我们依然在文具店的门口玩，靠着门，我伸手拿了一块巧克力，就在那个瞬间，一个商场保安正好出现在转角处，他看到我的手长长地伸进铁门里，出来时手上多了一把巧克力。简直像电影里的情节。我看到了他。他看到了我。他的眼睛睁得圆圆的。我试图假装镇定地走开。这时，他大声喊道：“嘿！站住！”
We ran straight across the parking lot, ducking and weaving between parked cars, the guards right behind us, yelling. We made it to the petrol station out at the road, ran through there, and hooked left up the main road. They chased and chased and we ran and ran, and it was awesome. The risk of getting caught was half the fun of being naughty, and now the chase was on. I was loving it. I was shitting myself, but also loving it. This was my turf. This was my neighborhood. You couldn’t catch me in my neighborhood. I knew every alley and every street, every back wall to climb over, every fence with a gap big enough to slip through. I knew every shortcut you could possibly imagine. As a kid, wherever I went, whatever building I was in, I was always plotting my escape. You know, in case shit went down. In reality I was a nerdy kid with almost no friends, but in my mind I was an important and dangerous man who needed to know where every camera was and where all the exit points were.
我们直冲冲地跑过停车场，在停着的车之间左闪右避，保安则在我们身后大声吼着，紧追不舍。我们跑到了路边的加油站，直接穿了过去，左拐上了主路。他们追啊追，我们跑啊跑，太爽了。本来干坏事的快感里有一半就是来自可能被抓到的风险，现在还加上了追捕的戏份。我太兴奋了，尽管都吓得快拉裤子了，但我就是喜欢这种感觉。这是我的地盘。这是我住的地方。你不可能在我的地盘上抓住我。我清楚每一个小巷，每一条街道，每一道可以翻越的后墙，每一扇有着足够大空隙、可以让我侧身钻过去的栅栏。我知道所有你能想象到的近路。作为一个小孩，无论我去哪儿，无论在哪栋楼，我都在琢磨可能的逃跑路线。你懂的，以防我们犯了什么事儿，需要逃跑。在现实生活中，我是个木讷的小孩，几乎没有朋友，但是在我的头脑中，我是个重要且危险的角色，而这个角色需要了解每一个摄像头的朝向，以及每一个紧急出口的位置。
And the chase was on. We bolted, heading for the doors. I knew if a guard cut us off at the exit we’d be trapped, so we were hauling ass as fast as we could. We cleared the exit. The second we hit the parking lot, mall cops were coming at us from every direction, a dozen of them at least. I was running with my head down. These guards knew me. I was in that mall all the time. The guards knew my mom, too. She did her banking at that mall. If they even caught a glimpse of who I was, I was dead.
追捕开始了。我们像箭一样冲向大门。我心里明白，如果有保安在出口堵我们，我们就逃不掉了，所以我们得尽快开溜。我们顺利跑出了大门，但是刚进到停车场，商场保安们就从各个方向向我们涌来，至少有十几个人。我跑的时候把头使劲低着。这些保安都认识我，因为我总在这个商场玩。他们也认识我妈，因为她常来这个商场里的银行办事。如果他们有一瞬间瞄到了我是谁，我就完了。
I knew we couldn’t run forever. We needed a plan. As Teddy and I booked past the fire station there was a road off to the left, a dead end that ran into a metal fence. I knew that there was a hole in the fence to squeeze through and on the far side was an empty field behind the mall that took you back to the main road and back to my house. A grown-up couldn’t fit through the hole, but a kid could. All my years of imagining the life of a secret agent for myself finally paid off. Now that I needed an escape, I had one.
我知道我们不能一直这样跑下去。我们需要计划。泰迪和我冲过消防站之后，那里会有一条路通向左边的死胡同，死胡同尽头是一道铁栅栏。我知道栅栏上有个洞，挤过去之后，就能来到商场后面的空地，从那儿我们可以返回主路，再回到我家。成年人是没法从那个洞里穿过去的，但小孩可以。这么多年以来，我脑中盘算的秘密特务白日梦总算是要付诸实践了。现在我需要逃出生天，机会来了。
“No, it’s a dead end!”
“不行，那边是死胡同！”
“We can get through! Follow me!”
“我们可以过去的！跟上我！”
He didn’t. I turned and ran into the dead end. Teddy broke the other way. Half the mall cops followed him, half followed me. I got to the fence and knew exactly how to squirm through. Head, then shoulder, one leg, then twist, then the other leg — done. I was through. The guards hit the fence behind me and couldn’t follow. I ran across the field to a fence on the far side, popped through there, and then I was right on the road, three blocks from my house. I slipped my hands into my pockets and casually walked home, another harmless pedestrian out for a stroll.
他没有跟来。我左转跑进了死胡同，泰迪去了另一条路。一半的商场保安去追他，另一半来追我。我跑到了铁栅栏前，早就想好了怎样侧着身子蹭过去。头先过，再过肩膀，再伸一条腿，转身，另一条腿也过来了——大功告成。我过去了。那些保安被我身后的铁栅栏拦住，无法再追上我。我跑着穿过空地，另一头也有一道栅栏，我也轻松穿过了，然后我回到了主路上。这里离我家只有三个街区，我把手插在裤兜里，平静地走回了家，看起来就像是某个出来散步的普通路人。
“Teddy, this way!” I yelled.
“泰迪，这边！”我吼道。
I eavesdropped on their whole conversation from the other room. From the start my mom was certain I was involved.
我在另一个房间偷听了全部对话。从一开始我妈就很确定，我肯定脱不了干系。
“No, apparently not. The cops said there was another kid, but he got away.”
“没有，显然没有。警察说当时有另一个小孩在场，不过逃掉了。”
My mom was skeptical. “Hmm. Are you sure Trevor wasn’t involved?”
我妈妈将信将疑。“嗯？你们确定特雷弗和这事儿没关系？”
“Teddy’s been arrested for shoplifting,” they said.
“泰迪被抓了，因为他在商场偷东西。”他们说。
I ran to Teddy’s house in Linksfield. No Teddy. Monday morning I went to school. Still no Teddy.
我跑去泰迪位于林克斯菲尔德的家。他也不在那儿。周一我去了学校，他还是不在。
Fuck.
他妈的。
Fuuuck.
他——妈——的。
An hour later Teddy’s parents showed up. My mom greeted them at the door.
一个小时后，泰迪的父母来了。我妈妈在门口迎接了他们。
Once I got back to my house I waited for Teddy. He didn’t show up. I waited thirty minutes, forty minutes, an hour. No Teddy.
我回到家后，开始等泰迪，但他一直没有现身。我等了30分钟，40分钟，一个小时。泰迪还是没有出现。
“No, we asked Teddy, and he said it wasn’t Trevor. He said it was some other kid.”
“不是的，我们问泰迪了，他说不是特雷弗。他说是别的小孩。”
“Teddy said he wasn’t with Trevor,” they said.
“泰迪说他当时没和特雷弗在一起。”他们答道。
“Huh… okay.” My mom called me in. “Do you know about this thing?”
“呵…好吧。”我妈叫我进来，“你知道这件事吗？”
“Well, where was Trevor?” she asked.
“好的，当时特雷弗在哪儿？”她问道。
Fuck.
他妈的。
“So it was Trevor.”
“那肯定就是特雷弗。”
Now I was worried. After school I went home and checked at my house again, nothing. Teddy’s house again, nothing. Then I ran back home.
现在我开始担心了。放学后一到家，我又查了一遍，他不在。我又跑去他家，他还是不在。然后我又跑回自己家。
“Teddy was caught shoplifting.”
“泰迪因为偷东西被抓了。”
I shrugged. “Not on this occasion, I suppose.”
我耸耸肩。“可是这次我们没有在一起。”
“But you’re always with Teddy.”
“但你一直和泰迪一起玩的。”
“Where were you?” my mom asked.
“你当时在哪儿？”我妈妈问。
“What thing?”
“什么事？”
“Whhaaat?” I played dumb. “Noooo. That’s crazy. I can’t believe it. Teddy? No.”
“什么？”我装聋作哑。“不会吧——这也太疯狂了。我不敢相信。泰迪？不会吧。”
The next day I was in class and my name was called over the PA system. “Trevor Noah, report to the principal’s office.” All the kids were like, “Ooooohhh.” The announcements could be heard in every classroom, so now, collectively, the whole school knew I was in trouble. I got up and walked to the office and waited anxiously on an uncomfortable wooden bench outside the door.
第二天，我坐在教室里，广播里忽然响起了我的名字。“特雷弗·诺亚，到校长办公室来。”所有的小孩都开始起哄：“哦哦哦哦。”每个教室都有广播，所以现在整所学校都知道我惹麻烦了。我站起身，走到校长办公室门口，坐在那张并不舒服的木头长凳上，紧张不安地等着。
“I was at home.”
“我在家啊。”
For a moment my mom thought she’d caught me red-handed, but Teddy’d given me a solid alibi. I went back to my room, thinking I was in the clear.
尽管有一瞬间，我妈妈相信她把我逮了个正着，但是泰迪给了我一个坚定的不在场证明。我回到了房间，觉得自己应该没事了。
Finally the principal, Mr. Friedman, walked out. “Trevor, come in.” Waiting inside his office was the head of mall security, two uniformed police officers, and my and Teddy’s homeroom teacher, Mrs. Vorster. A roomful of silent, stone-faced white authority figures stood over me, the guilty young black man. My heart was pounding. I took a seat.
终于，弗里德曼先生，也就是校长，走了出来。“特雷弗，进来。”他的办公室里坐着商场保安的头儿，两个身着制服的警察，以及我和泰迪的班主任福斯特老师。整个房间鸦雀无声，一群面无表情的白人权威就这么盯着我，一个犯了罪的黑人少年。我的心脏怦怦直跳，我坐了下来。
“What?” I played the whole thing again. “Teddy? Oh, no. What for?”
“什么？”我又开始了我的表演。“泰迪？哦，不要，为什么啊？”
“Okay.” He stood up and walked over to a television in the corner of the room. “Trevor, the police have video footage of the whole thing. We’d like you to take a look at it.”
“好吧。”他站起身，走在房间角落的一台电视机前。“特雷弗，警官调取到了整件事的监控录像，我们希望你能看看。”
“Trevor, I don’t know if you know this,” Mr. Friedman said, “but Teddy was arrested the other day.”
“特雷弗，不知道你是否已经了解这件事，”弗里德曼先生说道，“泰迪前些天被抓了。”
“For shoplifting. He’s been expelled, and he won’t be coming back to school. We know there was another boy involved, and these officers are going around to the schools in the area to investigate. We called you here because Mrs. Vorster tells us you’re Teddy’s best friend, and we want to know: Do you know anything about this?”
“因为他在商场行窃。他已经被开除了，不会再回到学校。我们知道当时还有另一个涉事的男生，这些警官就是来学校进行调查的。我们叫你过来，是因为福斯特老师说你是泰迪的好哥们儿，我们想问问你，你对这件事有了解吗？”
“Do you know who Teddy was with?”
“那你知道泰迪当时和谁在一起吗？”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t know anything.”
我摇摇头。“不，我什么也不知道。”
“No.”
“不知道。”
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
他——妈——的。
Mr. Friedman pressed Play on the VCR. The tape started. It was grainy, black-and-white security-camera footage, but you could see what was happening plain as day. They even had it from multiple angles: Me and Teddy reaching through the gate. Me and Teddy racing for the door. They had the whole thing. After a few seconds, Mr. Friedman reached up and paused it with me, from a few meters out, freeze-framed in the middle of the screen. In my mind, this was when he was going to turn to me and say, “Now would you like to confess?” He didn’t.
弗里德曼先生按下了播放键。录像带开始转动。那是一段粗粝的黑白监控录像，但你可以清楚地看到事件的全过程。他们甚至有不同的拍摄角度：我和泰迪正把手伸过铁栅栏。我和泰迪冲向大门。他们录下了全过程。过了几秒钟，弗里德曼先生起身按下了暂停键，就在几米之外的电视机屏幕上，我的身影被定格在了画面的中央。在我的脑中，此刻他要转向我说：“你准备坦白了吗？”但他没有这样说。
My heart was pounding in my chest. Well, life, it’s been fun, I thought. I’m going to get expelled. I’m going to go to jail. This is it.
我的心脏在胸腔里猛烈跳动。好吧，人生，过去的这些年是如此美好。我想着。我要被开除了，我要去坐牢了，我的人生到此为止了。
“I don’t know.”
“我不知道。”
“Trevor,” he said, “do you know of any white kids that Teddy hangs out with?”
“特雷弗，”他说的是，“你知道泰迪平时都和哪些白人小孩一起玩儿吗？”
“You don’t recognize him at all?”
“你完全认不出他来？”
I nearly shat myself. “What?!”
我惊得差点儿拉裤子了。“什么？！”
“Trevor, you’re Teddy’s best friend. Tell us the truth. Who is this kid?”
“特雷弗，你是泰迪最好的朋友。跟我们说实话，这个小孩是谁？”
I looked at the screen and I realized: Teddy was dark. I am light; I have olive skin. But the camera can’t expose for light and dark at the same time. So when you put me on a black-and-white screen next to a black person, the camera doesn’t know what to do. If the camera has to pick, it picks me as white. My color gets blown out. In this video, there was a black person and a white person. But still: It was me. The picture wasn’t great, and my facial features were a bit blurry, but if you looked closely: It was me. I was Teddy’s best friend. I was Teddy’s only friend. I was the single most likely accomplice. You had to at least suspect that it was me. They didn’t. They grilled me for a good ten minutes, but only because they were so sure that I had to know who this white kid was.
我望向电视机屏幕，终于意识到：泰迪肤色黑，我肤色浅，我是橄榄色的皮肤。但是摄像头无法同时曝光深浅颜色。所以在黑白屏幕上，当你把我放在一个黑人旁边，摄像头并不知道该作何反应。如果要它选择，它会把我拍成白人。我的肤色会过度曝光。在这段视频里，拍到了一个黑人小孩和一个——白人小孩。但是，那依然是我啊。视频画质虽然不好，我的面部特征有点儿模糊，但假如你靠近了仔细看，那就是我啊。我是泰迪最好的朋友。我是泰迪唯一的朋友。我是唯一可能的那个共犯。你起码要怀疑一下那个人是我吧？但他们没有。他们审了我十分钟，只是因为他们确信，我一定知道那个白人小孩是谁。
“No.”
“不是。”
“Teddy never mentioned him to you?”
“泰迪没跟你提过这个人？”
At a certain point Mrs. Vorster just started running through a list of all the white kids she thought it could be.
这时，福斯特老师已经开始一个个排除她能想到的所有白人小孩了。
“No.”
“不是。”
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South Africa has eleven official languages. After democracy came, people said, “Okay, how do we create order without having different groups feel like they’ve been left out of power again?” English is the international language and the language of money and of the media, so we had to keep that. Most people were forced to learn at least some Afrikaans, so it’s useful to keep that, too. Plus we didn’t want the white minority to feel ostracized in the new South Africa, or else they’d take all their money and leave.
南非有11种官方语言。在实行民主制以后，人们说：“好吧，我们该怎么做，才能让不同的族群都觉得自己没有被排斥呢？”英语是国际语言，也是象征财富和舆论的语言，我们要保留。很多人都被迫学了或多或少的南非荷兰语，保留它也是有用的。而且，我们也不希望白人少数族群感觉自己在新南非没有立足之地，否则他们会带着所有钱离开。
“Is it David?”
“是大卫吗？”
“Frederik?”
“弗雷德里克？”
“No.”
“不是。”
I kept waiting for it to be a trick, for them to turn and say, “It’s you!” They didn’t. At a certain point, I felt so invisible I almost wanted to take credit. I wanted to jump up and point at the TV and say, “Are you people blind?! That’s me! Can you not see that that’s me?!” But of course I didn’t. And they couldn’t. These people had been so fucked by their own construct of race that they could not see that the white person they were looking for was sitting right in front of them.
我一直觉得他们是在诓我，我等着他们转回头说：“就是你！”但是他们没有。在某个时刻，我感觉自己的存在感实在太低，简直都想承认算了。我简直想跳起来，指着电视说：“你们瞎了吗？！那是我啊！你们看不出来那是我吗？！”当然，我没有这么做。他们也始终没认出来那是我。这群人已经被自己脑中的种族概念框死了，完全看不出来他们一直在寻找的那个白人小孩，其实就坐在他们对面。
“Rian?”
“瑞恩？”
Eventually they sent me back to class. I spent the rest of the day and the next couple of weeks waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for my mom to get the call. “We’ve got him! We figured it out!” But the call never came.
最后，他们放我回了教室。那天剩下的时间里，以及之后的几周，我都在等待另一只鞋子落到地上，我等着我妈会接到那通电话：“我们找到他了！我们终于想明白了！”但那通电话一直没有来过。
“Never.”
“从来没有。”
“No.”
“不认识。”
It’s the Tower of Babel in South Africa. Every single day. Every day you see people completely lost, trying to have conversations and having no idea what the other person is saying. Zulu and Tswana are fairly common. Tsonga and Pedi are pretty fringe. The more common your tongue, the less likely you are to learn others. The more fringe, the more likely you are to pick up two or three. In the cities most people speak at least some English and usually a bit of Afrikaans, enough to get around. You’ll be at a party with a dozen people where bits of conversation are flying by in two or three different languages. You’ll miss part of it, someone might translate on the fly to give you the gist, you pick up the rest from the context, and you just figure it out. The crazy thing is that, somehow, it works. Society functions. Except when it doesn’t.
这是南非的巴别塔。它存在于日常的每一天。每一天，你都会见到因语言不通而困惑的人，他们试图和别人交谈，却完全听不懂对方在说什么。祖鲁语和茨瓦纳语使用的人比较多，聪加语和佩迪语就相对小众。你自己说的语言越大众，你就越不会去学其他语言。而你说的语言越小众，你就越容易再去学两到三种语言。在城市里，大部分人都至少能说一些英语，通常还会一点儿南非荷兰语，这样就够你进行日常活动了。如果你去参加有几十个人的聚会，那很有可能在一段对话里就会穿插两到三种不同的语言。你有时可能会听不懂，有人会来给你翻译个大概，你再从上下文揣摩出剩下的意思，然后你就懂了。奇怪的是，这样的世界反而行得通。我们的社会运转良好。但有时也会出状况。
Of the African languages, Zulu has the largest number of native speakers, but we couldn’t keep that without also having Xhosa and Tswana and Ndebele. Then there’s Swazi, Tsonga, Venda, Sotho, and Pedi. We tried to keep all the major groups happy, so the next thing we knew we’d made eleven languages official languages. And those are just the languages big enough to demand recognition; there are dozens more.
在所有的非洲语言中，母语为祖鲁语的人基数最高，但要算上祖鲁语，就得算上科萨语、茨瓦纳语和恩德贝勒语。然后还有斯威士语、聪加语、文达语、梭托语和佩迪语。我们希望让每一个族群都满意，所以我们有了11种官方语言。而这11种语言还是因为人数多而获得的承认，其他的小语种还有几十个。
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