My Black is beautiful. Ocha is...?

...Omonoba...
Our people say:
Igbo: Ewu mmadu abuo nwere na-ehi ura nezi.
Eng: A goat owned by two people sleeps outside. - Igbo proverb.

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I am writing about an albino. But I am not fully equipped to write about one. My skin is dark like the midnight sky and my eyes are big and bold. My lashes are black, like rich expensive chocolate, and they curl as withered raffia. I have no albino friend or family and I see ocha's ever so rarely. So, if I have to imagine an ocha, I think opposite. Sun-bleached skin, red pores, squinted eyes and invisible lashes; lashes that match the skin and sink into it's transparency. So, if I am dudu, then ocha must be everything that I am not. My black is beautiful. Therefore ocha is...?

It ought to be simple for me to tell stories, simpler than anything else. I like to talk about mangoes and raffia and palmwine and the iroko tree. And it's beautiful to talk about these because they are what I know. But I have talked about them too many times and the children under the baobab tree have began to tire. They ask me if this is all I know? 'No', I tell them. 'This is what we are'. But I have lied and have become a traitor. I have done the same thing as call Sango's name in an Obatala shrine. I have helped those foreigners with big cameras and single stories, emphasize those single stories.
So, I asked to meet with an ocha, an albino. I asked a friend and then many more friends if they knew albinos. They said no. Not as in, 'I'am sorry, unfortunately I do not have an albino friend'. 'No', as in 'do you really expect me to have an albino friend?' I shall never ask those friends for different stories again. It was like asking for Nsala soup in a Yoruba man's house or cold pepper-soup or a lazy Igbo man. So, I want to tell an ocha's story and I want to be the pen, the ocha, the writer. Or else, I will paint the story with pity and one-sidedness. I do not want to tell the story from this blind point of mine. I want to tell it as though they were a different kind of beauty and not the opposite, the way palm-wine is not better than kunu and zobo is not better than fura.