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Biafra...albino boy
' As I entered I was a young albino boy. To be a starving Biafan orphan was to be in a most pitiable situation, but to be in a position beyond description. Dying of starvation, he was still among his peers an object of ostracism, ridicule and insult I saw this boy looking at me. He was like a living skeleton. There was a skeletal kind of whiteness about him. He moved nearer and nearer to me. He wore the remnants of an ill-fitting jumper and was clutching a corner of a corned beef tin, an empty corned beef tin'
