Two of my favourite people are fast asleep and I could spend the whole day staring at them. My wife has birthed me a son and I can’t wait to teach him how to swim, tie his laces and many other things. When the midwife held the baby, I could see the panic in her eyes. I thought he was a stillbirth but the cry put my heart at ease. There were derogatory names that the midwife used, and it registered to my mind that my son has albinism. But that didn’t bother me because my son is not different.
I am grateful for the education and the knowledge that I have received. Maybe I would have blamed my wife for giving birth to a curse and I would have asked for a divorce. I have heard different stories of how people with albinism are treated. In some cases, they are treated as outcasts, but I will do my best to make sure that our home is a safe space.
Parenting has never been easy and I will do my best to be the best father. Stembi will do her best too. But my wife and I need to be prepared for the day our son will ask us questions. He will need truthful answers on why he needs more sunscreen than others or why he now believes he is different from the others. Nkosi will have to sit in the shade and always wear his sunhat. But my wife and I will do our best in raising our son.
As a parent, I will have to work hand in hand with the school staff. To advise the class teacher to let Nkosi sit in the front row of the class because of his vision. Nkosi needs to be encouraged to express his emotions and feelings because the world can be unkind to him. I am very forgetful and it will be Stembi’s duty to make sure that Nkosi doesn’t miss his dermatologist or optician visits.