THE SIMPLER LIFE #AwakenYourLiteraryMind..............By Tolulope

He always walked amongst them, watching quietly, unseen, unnoticed and unheard shuffling along with chapped feet in leather hooves. And that's how it was going to remain until the day he heard the kids spell 'q-u-e-u-e' in their spelling game, under the almond tree. He couldn't -or- rather, he forgot to hold himself and blurted out 'Why would you spell the word that way when it would sound the same without the last four letters?' The kids would never forget the day they found out that Zumol can talk. Of course he could...

For him, nothing was quite as interesting as watching these people. They knew who they were and who they were going to be; his life was much simpler than that. His folks were warm in their manner of speaking and happy as can be but never spoke to him about his roots or ancestry even though they lived with nostalgia eating deep beneath the wrappers they draped casually across bare chests.  They longed for their previous home; a land distant and forgotten, a land where milk was butter and biscuit was bread. Two rivers ran through the hills of their land and met in an embrace right at the centre of the town where this couple first met.

Zumol desperately longed to hear the details first hand and there was nothing he did not do to find out. Oh, he probed so deeply and persistently, but they never responded... not even for once. After all, parents tell their kids something about where they came from. Yes, all parents do, except for this pair. But, you see, Zumol forgives easily and forgets even faster so he'd probe his parents as if yesterday did not just pass. One day, a passer-by asked him "When a messenger is deaf, what does he hear? Nothing". 

Then it hit him: His parents were deaf. What language then did they speak? All he knew was that they often communicated with him and he heard them. It couldn’t get simpler.Snorting loudly, he awoke and startled his parents with his childish neigh. You see, Zumol was a horse and the part where he spoke was only a dream.