OMG you are like the bestest birthday present a girl could ask for. A lot of things have happened in my very short life that I don’t even know where to start from. I have been soooooooo lonely! I’ve had no one to talk to about the things going on in my life.
Before I tell you the deep stuff, let me tell you about the most AMAZING dream I had last night. The dream was so real, it felt like I was living it rather than dreaming it. Does that make sense?
Well 😀 yesterday I turned 16 and my folks held a sweet 16 birthday party for me. It was a really lovely party, we had a few folks over from my school and from our neighbourhood. There was lots to eat and drink and lots of dancing too. I couldn’t have wished for a better party to celebrate 16 years of being alive.
That reminds me, there was a strange guy at the party, I had never seen him before. He kept staring at me. I could feel his eyes follow me and there was something about him too . . . a vague familiarity but I know I don’t know him . . . Anyhoos, back to my dream.
So after the most amazing day, I crashed immediately my head hit my pillow at night. But I don’t think it I actually crashed . . . it was like I put my head on the pillow, closed my eyes and opened it and I was in my bathroom.
Actually, it wasn’t my bathroom but the jacuzzi room in our house. The bubbles were massaging my aching muscles from all the dancing I did. My eyes were closed and I felt soooooooo good.
OK! OK! I know what you are thinking! How can a blind girl know there was a strange man at staring at her and how did I know I was in our jacuzzi room? In fact, how can a blind girl operate a dairy, albeit a voice activated one?
OK, let me start from the beginning. I should have done this first actually but I got so carried away. I felt like a kid in a candy store when I opened my present from mom and saw that she got me a voice-activated dairy.
Again, how does a blind girl see?
Well, I am not your typical blind girl, I’m special! Well, that’s what I tell myself anyway. Let me start by introducing myself: my name is Abiola and I’m a 16-year-old blind girl and I’m in my last year of high school.
I don’t really know how to describe my life; people tell me that I’m strange but a voice once whispered that I am very special and I choose to stick with being special rather than think of myself as a freak of nature.
Seeing as you are only a dairy, I know you won’t judge me or give me that knowing look.
My view of the world is influenced a lot by what I have been told all my life. You see, I was told that normal people have a white eyeball in each eye, a ‘black’ pupil and an iris that can be of any colour from dark brown to blue to green etcetera etcetera. However, unlike normal people, I have no distinct iris or pupil. All I have is a white eyeball in each eye. I am a medical mystery . . . doctors have shown light directly into my eyes and I didn’t respond the way they expected me to. I feel no pain in my eyes from light. People used to tell me that it is very scary to look into my eyes. That’s the reason I wear really dark sunglasses whenever I go out; to save myself from the gasp people make when they see my eyes.
As if being a medical anomaly was not bad enough, I’m not actually blind. I can see . . . but I think what I think is normal is not normal for everyone else. My eye doctor says I see the world the same way bats do. He called it echolocation. I can’t really explain how I see the world because it is normal for me. I don’t know what is abnormal because I have never seen the world the way ‘normal’ people do. I just see!
When I was much younger, maybe five or six years old, there were two ladies who were always with me. For some reason, no one else could see them. I would be talking to them and my someone would walk into the room asking me who I was talking to and when I point to the ladies, the person would say there was no one there.
Because of that, I was admitted to a mental institution and given all kinds of meds. Eventually, I re-programmed my brain cells and knew to not tell anyone that I could see people that they couldn’t. I don’t know why but these ladies like to call me ‘my lady’. Whenever I was alone in the house, they taught me how to fight. They said it is very important that I know how to defend myself effectively for the upcoming battle. I was only ten years old, how could I be expected to fight in a battle eh?
There you have it dear diary, I’m Abiola, a blind, crazy, medical anomaly!
Now that the introductions are out of the way, back to my dream . . .
So that’s part of the opening chapter of Abiku: Mortal Combat. What do you think of it? Please leave a comment below.
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