I could write pages and pages about myself … and that’s not because I’m self-obsessed, but because I’ve lived with myself for this long. Before I bore you, let me stick to the format I used with some school children a while ago.
First, I’m African, specifically Nigerian. I love my country, even though we don’t always make it to the World Cup. I don’t live in Nigeria, but I go as often as I can, because I’ve still got friends at home, 16 years after I left. You know, sometimes, I wonder if Nigeria loves me as much in return, but that’s another question.
Second, I’m blind, visually impaired, disabled, whatever you want to call me. Actually, there’s a lot of debate about the right language. I don’t care, as long as you recognize who I am when dealing with me, and are not rude about it. I talk about this freely, tease myself and get teased about it. If you don’t enjoy life, you’ll end up as a moaner. I choose to enjoy life. I’m not saying it’s easy. People are surprised that I can use a computer, I’m always having to tell people that I’ve got my brain, even if I don’t see. Please tell employers and prospective girlfriends …joke!
Third, I’m a Christian. I love God passionately. I’m not perfect, and don’t much like being judged. Only God is perfect, so expect some mistakes here.
People ask me many questions. Why am I still a Christian, despite my blindness. How come employers can’t see that I’m just the most charming asset they could ever wish for. You’ll have to keep reading to find out more.