What my albino character taught me:

...Omonoba...
Our people say:
Yoruba: Èèmejì letí olójà ńgbórò.
Eng: The ears of the king hear everything twice. - Yoruba Proverb.
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PH City (7months ago)

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 By the way: I feel very strongly the need to travel 'round Nigeria more. Now, I realize how much there is to see and do. When they ask me for my best country, it is not difficult to give an answer. 'I have drank many waters, eaten many foods, worn many clothes but have had only one home'...NakedSha.

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I am still writing about an albino. My friend, E-Smiles is giving me awesome moral support from Lagos and with him, I hope to cover a good portion of my research soon. Do you remember when we wrote stories as children and often, we would write about what we were not or what our little minds could best imagine? I remember. I wrote about pixies and elves (thanks to Enid Blyton) and midnight mountain adventures with long torches and a family dog (thanks to the Ladybird series). What happened to that culture? Now, it is almost the norm to write about what we are, who are are. Unfortunately, we soon run out of our own stories unless we reach out to tell those of others. Besides, telling my own story incites restraint. I am constantly thinking about what should be told and how much of it should not be shared. So now, I am writing about an albino and learning much more than I ever expected. In telling the stories of others, I learn from them. To my character, the sun is both an enemy and something that is secretly longed for because the sun seems to be darkening everyone else but bleaching him.

And I know now that I am just like the albino. Today, I long for age but deep down within me, I fear that age will bring wisdom that will swell and then burst like the party balloon. Until I become frail and useless. 

Bless,

NakedSha.

P.S, please visit E-Smiles here.