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Student @ Adekunle ajasin university akoko ondo state akungba
Lagos, Nigeria
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Life of a blind person
<p>*Life Through Other Eyes*
</p><p>
</p><p>The world doesn’t start with sight for me.
</p><p>It starts with sound.
</p><p>Footsteps telling stories on the pavement.
</p><p>Rain drumming a different song on every roof.
</p><p>A voice that smiles before the words do.
</p><p>
</p><p>I don’t see the sunrise,
</p><p>but I feel it warm my face.
</p><p>I don’t see the crowd,
</p><p>but I know it by the rhythm of breathing.
</p><p>Colors live in how things make me feel —
</p><p>the blue of calm, the red of rush hour,
</p><p>the gold of someone’s laugh.
</p><p>
</p><p>There are obstacles, yes.
</p><p>Stairs that appear without warning.
</p><p>People who speak louder, like volume will help.
</p><p>A world built assuming everyone sees.
</p><p>But there is also navigation.
</p><p>A cane that taps out a map.
</p><p>Memory that turns streets into music.
</p><p>Hands that read stories with their fingertips.
</p><p>
</p><p>Independence looks different here.
</p><p>It’s asking for help without shame,
</p><p>and offering it with strength.
</p><p>It’s trusting, and being trusted.
</p><p>It’s learning that “seeing” isn’t just with eyes.
</p><p>
</p><p>I love deeply.
</p><p>I notice details most rush past.
</p><p>I live in a world rich with texture, tone, and truth.
</p><p>I am not missing a life.
</p><p>I am living one — fully, fiercely, my own way.</p>
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