I lost my hearing finally when I was 10 years old. The parents knew it was coming; it was just a matter of when. They had been warned way since I was born, and so it was a little irritating when my mom would cry her eyes out whenever she screamed my name I could not hear her because I had taken off my hearing aid. I do not know
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You would be surprised how much I can hear even though I’m medically deaf. (Well, I’m deaf, simply) I hear my mother tell me she loves me everytime she comes to cover my body with a blanket at night. I hear my father say he’s proud of me everytime he reads the articles I write. I hear my uncles and aunties gossip about me everytime I see their darting eyes.
*This piece was inspired by and is dedicated to my only recent friend; the deaf and mute assistant tour-guide I met today at Olumo Rock, Abeokuta, Ogun state, who could handle a camera more than most talkatives can. I couldn’t even have asked you for your name. Thanks for your help today! **** I was born on the 23rd April 1993. I read the diary in which my dad documented
