Barkindji Language App -

The teens—Jasmine, 16, her cousin Koda, 15, and his friend Levi—had been recruited because they were the only young people in Wilcannia who could code. And because Aunty Meryl had threatened to tell their grandmothers they’d refused.

“When I was a girl, they washed our mouths with soap for speaking Barkindji. Today, my grandson texted me ‘ngatyi, ngurrambaa’—hello, home. Language isn’t saved by apps. But maybe it’s carried by them. Yitha yitha, little by little, we remember.” barkindji language app

Koda looked up from his screen. “So… what if the app uses the phone’s GPS? If you’re at the weir, it offers river-verbs. If you’re at the cemetery, it offers mourning-words.” The teens—Jasmine, 16, her cousin Koda, 15, and

In the dusty back room of the Broken Hill Regional Library, 72-year-old Aunty Meryl sat before a laptop, her gnarled fingers hovering over the keyboard. Around her, three teenagers slumped in their chairs, scrolling through phones. Yitha yitha, little by little, we remember