‘Aaah!, What a horrible night it was, my spine seems to be broken,’ I thought. I then lazily rose from my cosy bed and limped into the restroom to brush my teeth. While I was brushing some words flew out of my mouth-‘Zuma Zua Ki’. ‘That happens when someone does not think and speak’, I remarked to my brain. After brushing and bathing, I straight away bolted across the living room to the dining hall where my father was reading the newspaper. ‘Now I have to say, ‘Good morning to my father and no mistakes,’ I warned my stubborn brain. But, ‘Moza Mozi’ was all that came out of my mouth. My father then asked me, ‘What are you muttering?’ I then just shook my head and ate the delicious breakfast which my mom had specially cooked for me. I then had a silent breakfast as I was frightened that the wrong words would get out of my mouth. I then gobbled everything up and complimented my mother saying, ‘Zuva.’ I was terrified looking at my mom’s puzzled face. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, I galloped out of the house and was heading towards the playground where I found my friends playing enthusiastically. I then called to them, ‘Zoriva!’ They all then stopped playing and looked towards me. One of my friends exclaimed, ‘Are you making new languages?’ Trembling to say a clear no, ‘Zilla’, I cried. By looking at their belligerent faces, I darted away
with tears welled up in my eyes. As I was rudging, an idea struck into my mind. Isn’t it the case that I am speaking something, but is being converted into some other language that is alien to me? Now, if I know that then let me think of getting rid of it. As I was striding, I being absent-minded, banged to a pole and another idea struck the mind. ‘If I got this disease by sleeping in the wrong posture then I could get rid of this disease by sleeping in the wrong posture. I could get rid of this by doing the same tonight. Oh! Thanks to that lovely pole! By the time this thinking process was over I reached my, ‘home sweet home’. I then devoured my lunch, and scurried into my room, finished my homework, back to the dining hall, had my supper and went to sleep after I had brushed. I crouched on my bed positioning myself in that particular posture and in a flash of a second I was fast asleep. The next morning again I felt my spine was broken and tested my voice, ‘Hello-hello, voice-testing’ and ‘Voila!’ I had got my voice back, I am speaking English! This is how my foreign language speaking ended in a day.
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