Growing up was a nightmare for me. I was constantly ridiculed at school and in the neighbourhood. I was nicknamed bright purple, a name I picked up while reading out an essay in class about myself. Talking about my skin colour, I was neither fair nor dark in complexion as my classmates described me. My skin colour was a mixture of all rainbow colours, thanks to my mom and dad.

As per the story that I was told by my grandma, my dad, before meeting my mum, bleached his skin from very dark chocolate brown to Micheal Jackson’s white. Same goes with my mum. They both liked fair complexion and went for it, changing their original skin colour. Just as the old saying that ‘you can change the frame, but the picture remains the same’, they gave birth to me and I came out very dark in complexion.


They could not bear the sight of my complexion and in addition, how would they explain to the world that two ‘white’ Nigerian parents gave birth to a very dark skin coloured boy. They started applying bleaching cream to my skin from my one week old of age. .....

http://oddmemoir.com/why-did-you-bleach-my-skin/

Damnn niggur
Not nice

your Dad an asshole

Smh.....some people know say them no dey fit to be parents yet them go dey fvck recklessly, dey procreate anyhow. Abominable human beings.

Before i comment, abegi show us the photos of this person.

Sad

read the concluding part

http://oddmemoir.com/why-did-you-bleach-my-skin-part-2/