There lives a deaf man in our village. Once upon a time he was not deaf. So he had learnt to speak before he became deaf. He can now speak quite well. Unfortunately people around him think he pretends being deaf. Whenever you are talking, he will keep watch of your lips' movements and frame out the story you are telling quite satisfactorily. He will go about telling that story and this has earned him the name of "best-deaf -lier" in the village. And till today people have not given him the preserve of a person with a hearing disability. Who should be blamed, his senses or our senses?Follow me up for the next episode!
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1. When he died,Our DogThe master of night,deep dark nightof the rouge.2.They surfaced.Those black facedfaces;Behind the rosesOn the hedges.3.When our Dog died,That still murky night,They stood still to kill;stiff stood theyAt our door and made a deal.4. When our Dog died,All was doneAnd the crack of the crakerCowed us out;Out of dreams undone5.He who killed the dog;Our dog,Found the master;Now, who will tell the taleOf the throb of the bombWill entomb!(David Ruswaza)
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