He was a man an’ she did feel dat she could trust he. De men she grew up wit, she fadder an’ breddas, was decent men. She never did hear dem bad talk anybody. Because dey was like dat, she thought all men behave like dat. Buh, she was wrong. He was a good listener an’ he did give she good advice. She did not kno’ dat he was tellin’ he frens all wah she did say to he. De people he does talk too, doh like she at all, at all so, dey go be glad to hear t’ings about she. Dis went on for a very long time, until one of he frens did come up to she an’ say, “Ah kno’ dat am de last person yuh expect to talk to yuh, buh ah hav’ to tell yuh about de fren yuh does tell yuh business. He mout’ does runs like a pipe. Dat man is de worst kind of man, yuh could find! He is A MAUVAIS LANGUE (MO-VAY-LANG) MAN! Every t’ing yuh say to he, he does tell we.” She felt real bad an’ she felt like gettin’ away quick, buh she stand up near de ‘oman an’ say, “T’anks for tellin’ me dat.”
He was a man and she felt that it was safe to confide in him. The men she grew up with, her father and brothers, were all respectable men. She never heard them gossiping or talking ill about anyone. Because of their attitudes, she assumed that all men were like that. How wrong she was. Her friend always listened attentively to her and he used to give her, good advice. She did not know that he was telling all that she tells him to his friends. His friends didn’t like her, so she felt that they would be happy to hear her life stories. This went on for a very long time, until one of the women he was friendly with, approached her. She said, “I know that I am the last person you expect to talk to you, but I want to tell you some truths about your confidant. He is the worst kind of man there is. We talk to him, but we all know what to say to him because he talks. He loves to gossip. Everything you say to him he tells us.” She felt hurt to hear that and she wanted to hide, but she thanked the woman for telling her.
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