He was at home, alone on a working day doing shores. Someone knocked on the door. Surprised, he peered at the strangers from the window closest to the door.
Reading their looks, he knew they were Jehovah's witnesses. Instinctively, politeness drove him to the door and he unbolted it. "Hello, we are Jehovah's witnesses. May we share the word with you?"
"Shey, it's the word of God? Sure." He said in my head.
Sitting on the bench in the veranda, they sat on either side, betwixt him.
They asked him to read from the bible, but he said, "let me get mine". It didn't occur to him that he didn't know how to read. "Read this chapter out for us", one of them said. That's when he realized that he was inert.
He couldn't just make himself do it. He felt held back. He told them instantly, " I can't read " They said, "you can read but you don't know. Now pick the words one after the other." Before long, read the whole lot out. He realised then that he had read his first set of sentences. He didn't want to stop reading but then, they started preaching. All of which were like white noise, until they said Jehovah's the name of God.
That was when they found out that he was selectively shy. He spoke as though, he'd read the whole book in the world. Astonished, they ask for more of his bibles. But still he kept proving them wrong with each and everyone of the bibles he brought out.
Before he could say any further, his dad came back from work unexpectedly. He sent them away; gave him a slap, his tender face didn't reject. Screaming at the top of his voice as the scolding came in their thousands. The only words that kept banging in his head was, "how I wish you heard me talk."
"I was doing pretty well"
They left him a different, better person.
A week later, a neighbour asked...
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