Not White, Not Black.

Yesterday, I turned 17. Big Bola, my room mate, says I was a very bad person in my former life. That is why, at my age, I still wet the mattress when I sleep.

He says I must have been a very dark black man in my former life. So I decided to be a white man in my present life. Somehow, it didn’t really work out for me. Instead, I was caught up between being white and black. I became an albino.

I don’t really care about what he says about me. After all, he masturbates himself every night. The idiot thinks I don’t know.

No one has ever really wanted to adopt me. Most of the boys I grew up with, got adopted. I guess they don’t like me much. Last night, I broke all odds and finally knew what it felt like to be loved.

Jane – who was brought here two months ago – made me feel special when she said “I really do love you, Kunle!” I was suprised that someone finally loves me, and maybe it’s because she is an albino like me!

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About chidi arua

I'm just the guy with love for writing.
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