Hi guys, welcome back to my blog!!! In today’s blog post, I will be interviewing two beautiful souls.

June 13 was international albinism awareness day and it is usually celebrated for the human rights of persons with albinism worldwide.

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There are a lot of myths that have been instilled in people which make them view Albino differently. Over the years, Ablinos have faced discrimination and shame just because of a skin color. I interviewed two beautiful people on this blog.

Thanks to Anuoluwapo Olasehinde and Gbemisola Oluwashina for honouring my invitation to be on this blog.

Q: Please introduce yourself.

A: I am Olasehinde Anuoluwa Matilda Ayomide and I’m the founder of Beyond Colours. I’m currently sudying Criminlogy And Security Studies at the Federal University Oye Ekiti State, Nigeria. I have made it a top priority to keep putting smiles on faces, improving and encouraging people with low self esteem, giving life, light, love and hope to those living with Albinism.

I proudly and fondly call myself a Albino With A Spark. I am a genuine lover of God and of people. I also enjoy loving, reading and writing.

Q: What was growing up like for you?

A: It was a bitter-sweet experience. I have lost a lot of opportunities due to reproach and discrimination but I still had the best family support.

Q: Was there ever a moment you think people looked at you differently?

A: Every moment, up until now people still look at me differently. Some look at me with positivity, while some with negativity. The negative side inspired my foundation ‘BeyondColors.’

Q: Was there ever any moment you applied or volunteered for something and you didn’t get picked because of your skin color?

A: Like I said, in the second question. I have lost a lot of opportunities and dropped a lot of talents because of my skin color. It breaks my heart anytime I remember those opportunities and talents are just gone down the drain.

Q: What are the dumbest questions you get asked about your skin color?

A: Can you see?
Are you blind?
Do you eat salt?
Can you marry an albino?
Is your private part white? Like……. For reals?

Q: How Have You Been Able To Accept Who You Really Are?

A: This is the best part of my life I’d forever be grateful for. My family had been supportive in this journey. Growing up, I had a rough childhood because i met with different people with varying personalities.

Fast Forward to when I Gave My Life To Chirst. I attended a teens camp out @ RCCG Lagos Province 42. Where, i met the person who God used for me, Oke Oluwamayowa Joshua. Trust me, it was a very long process. I hated my skin color because of all I went through.

I wanted to be dark. I kept on asking my mom why she gave birth to me this way.

Oke Oluwamayowa Joshua, who picked interest in me would tease me, make me smile and cheer me up. He gave me weekly assignments on fashion, love,care self-love and appreciation. Many of these brought out ‘Matilda’ the new me. Before, I journeyed into meeting the awesome people I have as friends now.

Q: Advice to other Albino’s dealing with insecurities.

A: As a PWA, self love is as important as your existence. If you love yourself, you won’t be bothered about what people say. Also, preach against discrimination of any kind and enlighten people about albinism. Remember, there’s a light inside of you. There is a vision clearer than your eyesight. Thank you for having me!

Q:  Please introduce yourself.

A: I am Gbemisola Oluwasina. I am a refined writer and content creator, an editor who works with precision and passion, and a copywriter. I’m also a music minister and a maker of beaded articles. I’m on Facebook and Instagram as Gbemisola Oluwasina.

Q: What was growing up like for you?

A: Growing up as an albino was interesting. My parents were already enlightened about albinism and I never felt like I didn’t belong to the family.  Permit me to share a hilarious experience my mum told me.

She worked near a mechanic’s workshop when I was much younger. The mechanic had a son who was surprised at my complexion and was bent on making me black by all means… Lol, Guess what he did? He would smear black oil over my skin whenever we were at play and Mum would have a good laugh. She would clean me up and the white girl would surface the next day. Baba stopped trying las las…haha
Q: Was there ever a moment you think people looked at you differently?

A: Oh, many people have given me this look that somewhat said, ‘Are you really a human?’ Not everyone has enough understanding of what albinism means, except perhaps fellow albinos. Yes, I’ve had people look at me in a weird way. But then, the white skin has come to stay!

Q: Was there ever any moment you applied or volunteered for something and you didn’t get picked because of your skin color?

A: Hmm. I can’t remember any. But, there were times I was allowed (or felt encouraged) to do certain things (before others) because of my colour.

Q: What are the dumbest questions you get asked about your skin color?

A: This cracked me up. I’ll share some.
‘Can you see at all?’
‘Did God paint you with white paint?’
‘Did your parents pour hot oil on you?’

Q: How Have You Been Able To Accept Who You Really Are?

A: Frankly, I’ve accepted myself since I was little. I have supportive family and friends. The schools i attended allowed me to represent them in competitions. It helped boost my self esteem. Trust me, I don’t really see any difference between my skin colour and others or maybe it’s because I’m used to it.

Q: Advice to other Albino’s dealing with insecurities.

A: Dear albino, you are a marvellous part of creation. Colour isn’t the yardstick for being human. Develop your strengths and set ‘NO’ limit to your achievement. Your uniqueness gives you an edge. Explore it! I encourage you to find and belong to communities that promote albinism awareness. I do, myself. Also, it’s a great help to have albino friends as well. We bond easily… Smiles. If you’d like to reach out to me, please feel free to. It’s been an amazing time with you. Thank you so much for having me.

This has to be my longest post on this blog.
Thanks to Anu and Gbemi for making it, worth it. You can connect with Anu or Gbemisola, they are amazing people. Trust me, you will love them.

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The Invasion.

Nights without lights are really frightening. The eerie sounds of cricket seemed to collaborate with the darkness, and the croaking sounds made by horny frogs looking for their extremely fugly mates made the night worse.

Alex huddled his legs up as he placed his laptop on his laps — wrapped in a comfy blanket. He decided to watch a movie to distract his self from the horrible silence and spooky night. He bent down to retrieve his bag from the floor as he took out his laptop. He looked through the movie section to see what he could watch. Moments later, all his efforts of searching for a movie on his laptop was futile. He didn’t know how all his movies got deleted.

He deliberated on downloading the horror movie “Anabelle”. He has always wished to watch the movie since it got released a long time ago but anytime he got the time to watch it, something always came up. Alex was not a fan of anything in the horror genre but due to the way “Anabelle” was over hyped by his friends. He decided to watch it.

He brought out a sealed bowl of popcorn and a bottle of coke from his bag as he settled down to watch the movie.

Halfway way into the movie, the lights came on. He plugged in his laptop into a charging extension at his back. The light flickered as he turned on the socket. He ignored the flickering light as he opted to continue his movie. He was about settling down when the light flickered again and this time it continued non stop.

“The fuck?” Alex cussed and stood up to turn off the lights since the unsteady flash won’t stop. He sat on his bed as he continued watching the movie. The lights flickered again, Alex ignored it turning to the laptop.

The lights flickered for the second time. Sudden realization dawned on Alex that he has turned off the lights and it was impossible for the lights turn on itself. Trepidation shook him as there was a sudden roar of thunder birthing a heavy rain. Alex wrapped his blanket around his self securely as the light continued to flicker itself.

The lights turned off finally as Alex tried to retrieve his torch light from the vanity table at the edge of the bed. A bright light illuminated from the laptop, Alex turned to see what that could be. Behold he saw the silhouette of a little figure making its way out of the laptop. Alex moved back as the lights turned on, he could see the little figure clearly making her way towards him. He recognized the figure as the doll from the horror movie.

Anabelle held a bottle of an unknown liquid in her tiny hands as she moved closer to Alex. She was just a step away from him. Alexander gave up and surrendered to Anabelle since there was no where he could possibly hide. Anabelle removed his blanket as she poured the liquid on him. Alex screamed, his screams were louder than that of a banshee.

He opened his eyes to see his little sister with a bottle of water and a doll in her little hands.
“I have been waking you up since, it is noon, she said as she sashayed out of the room. Sudden realization dawned on him that it was just a nightmare.

Written by Toyosi Alonge

Date: October 31,2018.


I saw this short story on my laptop last week. I wanted to submit it for a competition last year but I didn’t submit Because I couldn’t meet up with the deadline. Please comment what you think about it in the comment section. I’m always open to constructive criticism and reviews. Thank you so much for reading!!!

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A little help won’t hurt

Have you ever been in situation, where you feel like you doing something right? You feel you’re so good at what you’re doing that you don’t need help in it. No matter how perfect you think you are. We all need help just like babies needs to be nurtured, taught and trained in the right manner for growth.

So i have written lots of crappy and unedited articles but those articles were written and read by only me. I was my own reader!! Why?

  • I was scared of reviews.

I knew I wasn’t improving but i felt i didn’t need help. I’d grow on my own. I was the type that gets insecure when told that i’m not doing a particular thing in the right manner. I didn’t want any professional to see the work— i’d spent hours on writing, proofreading and editing several times to point out mistakes that i myself didn’t see. It’s always annoying. But we all need a little help to grow.

There was this writer’s block i had that lasted of three and half months or more. I can’t really remember the duration but that block actually changed me, changed my mindset. In what sense?

I was frustrated then, I tried writing but the inspiration never came. I googled on How to deal with writer’s block? It helped a little at least google suggested writing prompts. Okay, I actually wrote those prompt but when I compared it to my other works before the block. I discovered that I was getting worse and i never got better in my previous works. I decided to call for help. So, I called this writer friend of mine. When he read one of my works — i was surprised, he didn’t point out most of the mistakes that was obviously there. He just pointed out a few and even offered to be my personal editor but that help didn’t hurt. Did it?

Well, those mistakes, made me improve — though I’m not yet quarter of perfect. But it made me grow, it made me a better writer.

Why we all need help?

Everyone needs help, no matter good you think you are, no matter how perfect you are in what you’re doing;

✔ You need that critic to help you get better,

✔ Unlock that door: What do you see outside a closed door? You see nothing obviously. When you don’t ask for help behind a locked door. You starve alone, die alone. Open that door, meet people there are lots of wonderful people out there, no matter how fucked up you think life is. But keeping to yourself won’t make you see what life really entails.

✔ You revolve around the world. Can you? If you revolve around the world you will never learn of what is going on in the world. You will just be isolated. You’d die alone without help. Why don’t you go into the world? Seek for help — Break out of that web that tangles around you, let go of it. Go into the world be free. Meet new people — listen and learn from them and they would listen and learn from you in return.


Even the bible encourages us to learn, it says you should learn from the ants. It also encourages to ask for help, Ask and it shall be given unto you. If you don’t ask for that help. It won’t fall from nowhere. You can’t teach yourself. You need someone, you need a mentor. If you still don’t have that human mentor you look up to that’d help you.. You have God, tell Him. He is a great listener. God will surely send a mentor in human form to you soon.

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