Albinos Are Humans Too : Air-clinic

Waking to a world where life wasn't as bright as my skin was sick as the thought of it. So I played out the self cuddling steps I effortlessly mastered over the years, one of the tools I may use for the rest of forever. The other being this dark glass that shields my eyes from all the stigma the world throws.

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Up from the sheets and down on my knees to have a moment with the creator, a quick clean up, then I'm out with the sun.
like every other day, I could feel eyes prying at me like I were an alien or some modern Jesus, some with all the pity I never wanted, others with mockery and some others with disdain.
Sometimes I wished I belonged to a world where the insufficiency of my skin's pigment did not define my fate or make me less human, but as mama would say

"If wishes were horses, the Government would barn its use". I miss mama, unlike me her skin came with the right color, but she never made me feel bad about it.

As part of my daily routine, I joined a tricycle that was headed to my University. Contrary to usual, the other guys started a conversation with me and from there that's all I remember.
Now here I am, with knees to the ground, a knife above my throat and a voodoo priest before me. I try lifting my head but its immediately pressed down...

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Tried screaming but couldn't...
So with no other options, I close my eyes and....

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