It was just an ordinary day in campus and I was set for a new semester. So I got myself to class in good time eagerly waiting to meet our lecturer for the unit. Shortly after,a young lady with dreadlocks on her head made her way to class followed by an elderly man. I thought that the lady was a classmate and the gent our lecturer. No sooner had I finished convincing that to my head than the lady spoke out greetings signs from the gent. I was a bit confused then realized what was going on. I had never imagined of such a time in my life. Here it was, I was being lectured by a hearing impaired lecturer.This gave birth to my interest in the DEAF culture.
A year later, I enrolled to Sign Language classes and interestingly all of us students were hearing and almost all our teachers were deaf. It was interesting to find out that all that was being said out there about the DEAF was wrong.
They are just like everyone else.They speak and laugh and joke in sign language. They drive, they sing, they read, they marry, they give birth, they cook, they live on their own…
The DEAF have their own community for which they are proud to be part of. I have learnt from them that they are happiest when they are in their community. They have their own culture just like any other community, THE DEAF CULTURE.
I have been to the church for the DEAF on the 7th floor at Kenbaco house, moi Avenue.Honestly the service is so lively. There is a lot of singing, dancing, clapping, preaching…all this is done through signs apart from dancing and the very loud drums.
In several accounts I have met with hearing impaired persons who get very excited on learning that I can understand their language and communicate. I exercise the rule of delayed partying even though I was in a hurry. When two DEAF persons meet, they take their time before they part, this is one of the values in the culture.
Even though I have not met many outside class and church, I feel happy and proud to be part of the DEAF community.