Sunday, 9 November 2014

I HEAR SO I SPEAK

Hello Hi,

It's been a short; thank you for your patience. Last week Bella naija published an article of mine:

http://www.bellanaija.com/2014/11/04/bn-prose-turn-down-for-what-by-ugochi-ukah/

So this week, I am posting an article from a young, talented writer - Etoh Collins.

Please leave your comments below and share. Enjoy:


 Photo credit: Grupyolddeafies

As usual my eyes quickly ran straight to this young boy that was always around me. He was always in the same house with me, showed the same affection I did show to my parents, slept in the same room with me, entered the same car with me when we went to church, eats on the same dining table with me and always smiled at me like it was going to make my day. I was surely older than him, because he treated me as such; at least he was always getting me everything I needed, and ensuring I lacked nothing when he was around. He greeted me every morning, and sometimes bowed his head in respect when he came asking me for something but the most significant of all was that he was smaller in height compared to me.

Although I wasn’t there when he was born, I had gotten so used to his face in the house that talking to him wasn’t as important as getting to see him look pitifully at me; we had this chemistry which proved we could connect even in silence. Even when he looked upset and seemed to be shouting, I would always smile at him and show him I didn’t care if he was angry. This I did because I noticed that anytime I got angry at him, my parents would act displeased and disappointed at me.
It wasn’t easy being an elder brother even when I doubted my position in the house. I sometimes never got to know what was been served for breakfast or lunch until I was at the table. I never was told anything until I saw it happen. I never was to go anywhere unless someone accompanied me. It was more like I was much cared for, even beyond my expectation. Most times I felt relaxed in troubled situations; at least I always or never was aware of it until days or weeks after, in some occasion months after, and other times I never even got to know. And these things beat my heart so much that I would almost want to give out a loud shout but what could I say?

I was the quiet type and I didn’t care if my being quiet was something that was to trouble me. The times I felt uncomfortable and uneasy was anytime I was out of the house and mostly in areas with so much people; because I was quiet, people won arguments I was involved in, even before I uttered any statement. One of the few times I went out alone, I boarded a bus and made sure I paid the fare as I always do  when I was alone, but my change wasn’t given to me. I guess it was because the man thought I didn’t care, or that he was bent on cheating this quiet boy, or probably like my daddy would always illustrate with his hands gesturing in the air the unrealistic nature of how things have gone hard in recent times. But I guess he took advantage of my quiet nature, and made the most part of me by refusing to give me my change.

So many times I have tried to speak up at injustices and about the evils people perpetrate in my presence and sound absence, and still I all the time choose to be quiet and watch in awe. So many people I think misuse the idea of speech in today’s world. Everyone wants to speak up all at once, but the bad thing is that they all speak either of the same thing or of nothing at all. I watch my parents talk and laugh, I see my brother shut his ears with a rope-like thing as he seem to be talking in a style that resembles one singing, and my mom would always have to hit him before he noticed he was being spoken to. I notice people talk hard and then fight and then laugh and then talk some more; but no one seems to be changing anything. As for me, I still wait for my chance to say so many things on my mind. I await my great chance to speak out even for one day. I plead unto the omnipotent to grant me the power just like Samson in the bible to use just one more might to exclaim something…anything just to ease this burden I have carried since I was born. And until I do so, this world still remains the quiet world it has always been to me. And as I count on my eyes to also do the hearing and the talking, I still brush my teeth daily, and use the cotton bud on my ear holes, hoping that someday, they would become useful, and I would no longer be referred to as the ‘deaf and dumb boy’.

Thank you and have a beautiful week ahead.

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18 comments:

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    1. I'd love to take credit but Thanks on Etoh's behalf. :)

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  2. Would have loved if people were left to decipher their own the fact that he is deaf and dumb rather than for it to be pointed out at the end. I love this, Touchy!! Nice work Etoh and thanks Ugochi for sharing...

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    1. Oh well, I still love it this way just in case one could not figure it out and then when they realise, they read the story again. Adds a nice twist.

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  3. Very Creativity...Neme Oma well done

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  4. So now I am asking myself whether the person is literarily deaf and dumb. Nice piece....and the talent is surely there.....loved the description of his junior brother in the beginning, you just aren't sure of who is being spoken about till it is mentioned and you get the chance to visualize whatever interpretation suits you until the fact is revealed which to me is what i enjoy most about reading....creating that image in your mind even if it doesn't prove to be true at the very end.

    To the author keep us the good work...to the publisher, nice to give this persons piece a shot.

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    1. True true, I thought exactly the same at first. I also enjoyed it.

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  5. Awwwww, I can imagine the many more encounters he'd have on earth while hoping to hear a sound.
    It's sad that people despitefully bank on others weak side. God help him.
    Good write up

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    1. Thank you on behalf of Etoh, much appreciated. xx

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  6. Gradually he shifted from describing his younger brother and featured into reality by cutting the social norms and then back to him self.
    I really like the first and last part.

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  7. Creative! "...my brother shut his ears with a rope-like thing..." was hilarious until I got to the last sentence and understood better.
    Nice one, Etoh.

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  8. I had to read twice to really understand the"deaf and dumb" aspect. Wow...didn't see it coming. Thumbs up Collins

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  9. Asonye Pauline9 May 2017 at 12:26

    Hmmmm... I love your write ups, am not much of a reader buh this got me reading severally to understand.
    I like it.

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  10. Nice mi dear still on grandgist.com for ur latest gist

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  11. This is an emotional piece. Now I get to look at the deaf and dumb people i work with diffently in a good way. Well done Etoh

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