LOGINAmandaI sat on the road and pleaded for money from passers-by "please help me for God sake, I'm hungry" I said each time I saw someone pass by. Some people give me money while many others just walked pass me.It was not easy when the sun came out, I really suffered! Once it was after noon, I went to a small restaurant and ate Amala and abula without meat.It seemed as though people who sell here in Lagos doesn't mind what I looked like as long as they made their money. One I was done eating, I looked at my bag and saw I had just a thousand naira aside the five thousand I had before. This is after all something.In no time it was night and I knew my money was not safe, neither was I, I kept
AmandaIt was a long walk from the orphanage to the main road since the orphanage was located far inside the street, I removed five hundred naira from the money I took and boarded the next bus I saw, not knowing where it was even going.I sat in the bus for hours and watched people enter, not once did I notice how people avoided to sit beside me until the driver came to me."Small girl, please get off my bus, you chasing people out with your weird looking eyes" he said rather too harsh, it was then everything made sense to me.The moment people get to my side, the quickly move to the seats behind me and now the other seats are filled up except the one I sat on."Please sir, I have no other means" I pleaded with the driver but he would not listen to me."Get off my bus now! I wonder who in their right sense allowed a girl as small as you travel alone" he yelled at me and I
AmandaI look back to when granny Betty was still alive, how I always cried to her when I was mistreated."Granny, Fatilah poured water on me, she said I am not human" I cried to granny Betty who held me in her embrace and patted my back."They are just jealous of you because you are special" Granny told me, although I knew she only wanted to make me feel better, I appreciated."My mismatching email is a big problem granny, is there no way I can get a cure?" Granny looked at me in mere shock, I grew scared, was she scared of me now?"How do you know such words?" She asked me, I felt a bit relieved."You gave me a dictionary remember? I have been reading it" she cupped my face and smiled, she was definitely proud of me, I didn't deserve her love yet she gave it to me without thinking.The day I heard she died, I practically died with her, I felt my backbone
AmandaRewind"Not this weird one" once again I got rejected, it hurt my seven years old heart.Ever since I was old enough to know what was going on, I realized no one love me, every couple that comes to adopt a child from the orphanage where I was, always rejected me.I don't blame them though, I am after all that girl with two coloured eyes, I will run away from me if I were to be in their shoes. No friends, nobody, I was just always on my own.Sometimes I wonder why they took me in, they should have just left me to die, my parents should have just aborted me.You must be wondering how I know this much, just a seven year old kid. Well, maybe my eyes is not the only one with defect, my brain is as well, seeing that I knew more than I should at my age.I read varieties of books, books that should be too advanced for me, yet I understood e
Hello, my name is Amanda Steel. I have always been asked the same question from people, "How is your last name Steel?" Well, I will answer that question today.As you all know, I have two coloured eyes, a condition called Heterochromia. This is not common here in Nigeria.Heterochromia, I hope and pray none of you will ever have to experience it, although I am proud of who I have become but then what about what I had to go through? That was what made me Steel, Amanda Steel!According to Encyclopedia.Heterochromia: A condition in which the coloured part of the eye {Iris} is multi-coloured. Heterochromia Iridium may be part of a genetic condition and may also be a growth or occur after an eye injury.