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hmmm

rather constructive

Thank u Bandy

Banderas whut r u saying

if u have constructive stuff to say, shoot.

this is the continuation of the second attempt




Chapter one

I was born with these green eyes, neon green I’d call it. Wondering how, oh you’d probably be among those who would have looked upon me with ridicule. Oh! I’m just joking you have the right to feel anyway about this, just pay attention to my story.
To me they had been like a disfigurement, here I was a very dark child with bright green eyes. I always thought I looked like a mutant from one of those X-Men comic books. I actually used to wish the green eyes came with some special powers because from the very start of my life I had been insulted. As a child I can still remember someone calling me a witch…it was a terrible feeling and believe me I didn’t hesitate to act like one.
I simply didn’t have an understanding of who I was. There were times when I felt like bawling my eyes out. I didn’t have anyone to really turn to; even my family who tried to support me didn’t understand the torment I felt within.

Born on a cool morning in the month of April, my eyes as I was told startled the nurses assisting the doctor who delivered me. It even had them doing the sign of the cross because I was extremely strange-looking to them, I myself would have been shocked. Only the doctor smiled at me and later encouraged my mum. She had been in serious doubt, quite sure that her baby had been exchanged. But the doctor essentially made researches and thought it was some form of genetic mutation. It was very unexplainable since we had no Caucasian in our family line. I really don’t want to go into all the genetical conclusions but he advised my parents to go abroad for more explanations and test.


My parents being Christians didn’t want to go superstitious thinking I was probably an ogbanje or a devil child, they took the doctors’ advice and flew me out of Nigeria. I lived in the UK for three years shuttling between my parent’s flat and various genetic clinics; they also tried one in Spain. The doctors mostly said the same thing ‘genetic mutation’ but a few said it was still too early to find out and that I should come back when I’m much older My parents were even scared all the tests would probably damage my eyes so they decided to bring me back to Nigeria resolving to let me live a normal life.

wow,
Zukkie thanks

that i inspired u again, thats huge!

i prefer the second one too

this is the Prologue of my second attempt at the story



1
Lagos,2005


The rain fell in steady torrents, creating great little rivers every where on the ground. A pair of sea green eyes stared out of the window it was very cold and dreary; in the school environ it appeared worse, Slate grey walls and matching aluminium roof.
The pair of eyes turned from the depressing scenery and focused on the room. It was a brightly-lit atmosphere with girls on their beds, laughing, chatting and playing. Final certificate examinations had just been concluded and everyone was technically free till the results come out in the next three months.
Those eyes belonged to a girl named Jadesola, a final year student of Eko Island Boarding school for boys and girls. Jadesola was a special girl, very special. So special that people were either frightened, jealous or plain wary of her. She managed to get one friend who left the school in her fifth year.
Jadesola Adeyemi was gifted in more ways than one and was prone to be introverted which was actually heightened by the circumstances around her.