I received both my primary and secondary education there, and the centre supported me by paying my school fees. They also provided me with basic care, including sunscreen, which helped protect my skin from a young age.
My childhood at the centre felt stable and supportive. I was surrounded by people who treated me equally, and I grew up alongside other children who understood what it meant to face challenges from an early age.
I still see my mother, but she works far away, so I only see her once or twice a year.
My father is not part of my life. He left when he saw that I had albinism, as he believed I was cursed.
I don’t know where he is. My mother tells me he works in a mine underground so he doesn’t get my calls. I have only ever spoken to him once.
At first, this really affected me. But over time, my confidence began to grow, especially as I met other people with albinism who were standing up for themselves and advocating for their rights. Seeing others like me helped me to believe in myself.
At school, I was the only student with albinism, but I was fortunate in that I did not experience the same level of discrimination that many others face. At the orphanage, I was treated equally, and there were also other young people with albinism living there.