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I was ushered into the white house by the duo pale-skinned, tall, slim ladies. Dressed ‘and Co’ - blue t-shirts, black pant trousers and high heels but their sunglasses seems different but black. I must confess, they look amazing just like a movie star, typical Angelina Jolie. Like models on a runaway, their blonde hair swinging as they stepping at the pace of a gallop. In the dim apartment - full of white people includes children, adult, and elderly ones: jiving and dancing to the DJ mixtape, booming from the LG speakers. Bottles of beers and wines of all kinds (alcoholic and non-alcoholic) littered the tiles floor. It is a palour party organised for People living With Albinism (PWAs), otherwise known as Albinos (refers to as Afin by the Yorubas) to show them love as well as enlight and prepare them for the humiliation and discrimination they suffer in Nigeria. Sitting in the corner of the creamy painted apartment, I was able to capture every series of drama going in the house just like Biggie of Big Brother Naija. One of them, who has ‘figure 8’ body twerk for a giant man with golden bearded. The man reminds me of an ex-BBN housemate, Thin-Tall-Tony. At a point, I feel so ashamed, being the only dark-skinned guy among over 20 people without melanin. As I planned to escape, a young man of my age with reddish iris, engaged me. “Bro, how far na,” he said. At first, I muted because he wasn’t looking directly to me. Until he repeated same and says: “why are you not eating? We have rice and chicken in the kitchen.” He pointed to a door closer to the dining where the dons were seated. “You better go and serve yourself as no one....” With a smile, I offered him my handshake in appreciation of his gesture, “Thanks bro.” He moved. After few minutes, he bounced back with a bottle of chilled Foreign Wine (13.5% alcohol). “Wow, you are such a nice guy,” I grabbed it and parried it beside my chair. He ordered, “Go and get your food. It’s still hot in the cooler.” The general belief is that Albinos doesn’t it salt. I questioned myself: How would I eat, Albinos’ tasteless food? Well, let me give it a try. I forcefully opened the kitchen door which my Abino’s friend pointed. Guess what? I found a Cold Room like that of Unilag- Two lovers are ‘playing/fighting’ in the bed. Though, it is a dark mini-room but I could sight them. Kitchen is just next to the visitor’s room. For a taste, I took small portion of rice and stew with fried turkey (Orobo) lap. The flavour and aroma of the soup goes well the hot rice but the fried-to-dry turkey last about 20 minutes in my hands sha. It was a battle. “Sun but not Salt is our major challenge as people with albinism. If you can protect us from the sun and we will be fine. We are human just like you. We are the most caring, loving, brilliant and talented people,” my friend told me. I love people with albinism. You should love them too.