A foreigner arrived in the Philippines and was observing how the locals talk.
After she checked-in in her hotel room, she planned to go outside, so she headed to the elevator. While waiting, a mother and her toddler son were also waiting for the elevator.
The toddler tugged on his mother and said:
Then the mother handed his son the milk bottle.
When the elevator door opened the mother asked the lady inside the elevator?
Mother: Bababa ba?
So the mother and her child hopped inside the elevator. The foreigner hopped in too.
After a couple of floors down, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. A man outside asked:
Man: Bababa ba?
“Bababa.” The two ladies inside chimed.
What a fascinating language theses locals speak, the foreigner thought to herself. How can they understand each other with just repeating one syllable?
As the elevator doors closed, the toddler tugged again on his mother and whispered:
Son: Pupupu po.
The elevator reached the ground floor, and as the elevator doors opened the foreigner tried to break the ice with the locals. She said to them with an amusing smile:
The locals looked at her baffled? Of course they did not understand her. They just shook their heads and under their breath they uttered: Gaga.
(*Dedicated to all who speak this strange language. Para sa Buwan ng Wika.)