Smoking Chuxarra

There’s a passage in a Buujiddi poem I love, but my mother would canaark me if I spoke Buujiddi in the dwelling and the passage doesn’t translate to Awwi.

There’s a melodious riff in a Glezzen song I’d like to learn to play but my father would smash any three string grasswalker instrument in his sight.

Vadal Fuh wants to teach me to sakkyn jump but the co…