This 31-year-old Nigerian woman had no idea what she was about to go through when she gave birth in February of that year. She can now distinguish her sons’ identical twins with ease. Even though Daniel and David were born only a few minutes apart, they don’t resemble one another at all.
Albinos are both of Stacy and Babajide’s children, who are both black and reside in Lagos. The adorable twins frequently attract attention wherever they go as a result of their noticeably dissimilar appearances. David is stunningly white with pale skin and golden hair, whereas Daniel resembles his 5-year-old big sister Demilade and has dark skin and black curly hair.
After only a year, the twins had nearly 18,000 followers on Instagram thanks to Stacy’s decision to share the odd couple’s activities there.
The twins’ birth on February 26 of last year completely caught everyone off guard.
“We did not know about their differences while I was pregnant, the scan did not show such so it was a huge surprise and the most amazing moment when the first twin (Daniel) came out with black hair and the second twin (David) came out with gold hair. I had them through CS, so the doctors were like: “It seems you are having totally unidentical twins.” Before I knew it, nurses started coming out to look at them,” mum of three, Stacy, explained.
The twins could be clearly distinguished from one another since one was black and the other was white
Stacy shared with us her husband’s heartfelt response to this turn of events.
“Their dad was really overwhelmed and immediately named My Twin 2 (David) ‘Golden,’ so he fondly calls him Mr. Golden. He was all overjoyed seeing his boys. He stood for more than 10 minutes staring at them and said he was just looking at God’s wonderful work and that they are his best gift ever.”
David falls into the highly unusual category of albinism; just 1 in 20,000 infants are born with this condition.
Albinism is a congenital condition that alters appearance due to a lack of melanin, the pigment generated in the skin, hair, and eyes. All racial and ethnic groups are impacted, and the type of pigmentation affects pigmentation to varying degrees. With a birth probability of between 3,000 and 20,000, albinism is a rare condition. Albinos must exercise extreme caution because it may result in a number of skin and vision problems.
David has gorgeous golden hair and an exceptionally pale complexion due to oculocutaneous albinism. Fortunately, Stacy claims that David has no health issues.
Nigeria is one of the nations with the greatest prevalence of albinism in the world with over two million confirmed or suspected cases. However, the statistics show that there is still a lot of prejudice against this community because of the color of its members’ skin. Over 600,000 albino Nigerians experience discrimination and harassment from their peers, family, and communities, which frequently results in difficulties on the job and academic failure.
Stacy did claim that her two sons are both unconditionally and equally adored and that no one has ever said anything unpleasant about them to her.
“There’re always side talks whenever we go out, people often wanna know how and what’s happening and maybe due to their cute and adorable nature, you just wanna come close to say hello.”
The twins’ family has been receiving modeling offers from agencies in the UK due to their odd features. The family is ready to take advantage of any opportunities that may present themselves and has created an Instagram account to share their joy and draw attention to significant issues. Stacy and I decided to create an account for them in order to spread awareness since we believe they have a story to tell.
“They have two different amazing personalities, they are a year+ now, walking and very playful,” said Stacy
“Daniel is more expressive while David is an observer. Both of them are highly inquisitive. Daniel is a foodie while David is quite picky; Daniel is extremely playful while David chooses moments; Daniel always likes to play the bigger brother role; they are both energetic.”
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Stepbrothers Destroyed My Family Heirlooms – Am I Justified in My Revenge?
Hey everyone! Buckle up, because I’m about to spill the tea on a family drama that’s more tangled than a soap opera plot. I’m Willow, and what started as a regular day turned into a whirlwind of shattered heirlooms, stepmother drama, and a lawsuit that has left my family divided. Let’s dive in!
So, a bit of background: my mom passed away when I was just ten. It was a tough time, and things got even more complicated when my dad remarried less than a year later.
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His new wife, Susan, jumped straight into having more kids, and in three years, she had three children. She also has two older kids from a previous relationship, who are now eight and seven years old. So, our house is pretty much a circus all the time.
I’m the only grandchild on my mother’s side and the only granddaughter on either side. My grandparents, especially on my mom’s side, love gifting me jewelry. When my mom died, I inherited her entire collection.
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This jewelry isn’t just some random trinkets – it’s real, expensive stuff. I know it sounds a bit materialistic, but the whole collection is easily worth about $100,000. Each piece has a story, a memory, and they mean the world to me.
Now, onto the real issue. Recently, I came home after hanging out with a friend. As soon as I walked in, I noticed something strange – the oldest three kids had a pile of my jewelry on the floor of their playroom.
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They were literally jumping on it, smashing it with their feet like it was some kind of game. I lost it. “What the hell are you doing?!” I screamed. The kids just looked at me, confused and a bit scared.
I ran to get Susan. She came rushing in, and the first thing she did was check if the kids were hurt.
“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourselves?” she asked, completely ignoring the mess on the floor.
“They destroyed my jewelry, Susan! Do you even care?” I was practically in tears, holding up the broken pieces.
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Susan sighed. “They’re just kids, Willow. They didn’t know any better.”
“These aren’t just toys! They smashed heirloom pieces! Do you even understand how valuable these are?” I could feel my face turning red with anger and frustration.
Susan shrugged, clearly not understanding or caring about the significance of what had been lost. She then told the kids to stay in their rooms and instructed me to take my jewelry away from the floor.
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Instead of saying anything to her kids, Susan turned to me and called me out for keeping my jewelry in my room in a box from where the kids could easily take it.
“You should’ve kept your jewelry somewhere safer, Willow. They’re just children. How could you expect them to know any better?” she scolded, her voice dripping with condescension.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Are you serious right now? They were in my room! How is this my fault?”
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Susan shook her head and sighed. “Well, maybe if you didn’t flaunt your expensive stuff around, this wouldn’t have happened.”
She’s impossible, right? She could have apologized for what her kids did or taught them a thing or two about not snooping around or taking someone else’s stuff without their permission, but no. She chose to parent me instead.
I was at my breaking point. I was so fed up with Susan and her kids that I decided to take action.
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Keeping my cool, I got Susan to repeat everything she said earlier so I could record it. This time around, she was louder and angrier. Lucky for me, the brunt of her anger was directed toward me, despite it being her precious boys’ fault.
“Honestly, Willow, you need to be more responsible. This is your fault for leaving your jewelry where they could get it!” she shouted, her face turning red.
I held up my phone, pretending to adjust my grip but making sure to catch every word. “So, you’re saying it’s my fault that they destroyed my things?”
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“Yes, exactly! You need to learn how to share this house with everyone!” she snapped.
That was all the evidence I needed. I emailed the recording to my grandparents, aunts, and uncles, detailing what happened. I also attached pictures of the damage. My grandparents were furious.
They couldn’t believe the audacity of Susan and her kids. Now, they’re suing my stepmother for $50,000. And half of my family now hates her.
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When my dad found out, he was furious. He stormed into my room, his face red with anger. “Willow, what were you thinking? Why would you involve the whole family in this? You should have come to me first!”
I looked up from my phone, trying to keep calm. “Dad, I did come to you. You didn’t do anything. Susan blamed me for their mess!”
He shook his head, clearly frustrated. “You should have let me work it out. This is a family matter, and now you’ve blown it out of proportion.”
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I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Dad, they destroyed Mom’s jewelry. Heirlooms! And Susan didn’t care at all. She blamed me! How could I just let that go?”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know it’s hard, but involving your grandparents and suing Susan is too much. We could have handled this internally.”
I felt a lump forming in my throat. “Handled it internally? Like how? By doing nothing? By letting Susan get away with it?”
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“I would have talked to her. We could have found a solution,” he insisted.
“Talk to her?” I scoffed. “You mean like how she talked to me? Blaming me for everything? Dad, for once, I needed you to be on my side.”
His face softened a bit, but he still looked torn. “Willow, I love you. But you need to understand that Susan is my wife. The boys are my responsibility too. I have to keep the peace.”
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I nodded slowly, feeling the weight of his words. “I get it, Dad. But keeping the peace shouldn’t mean sacrificing what’s right. I couldn’t just stand by and let them ruin everything Mom left me.”
He looked at me, a mix of sadness and frustration in his eyes. “I just wish you’d given me a chance to fix it.”
I shook my head, tears welling up. “I did, Dad. But you were too busy protecting them to see how much this hurt me.”
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He didn’t have a response to that, and after a moment of silence, he left my room.
So now I’m left wondering, readers, was my father right? Should I have overlooked what Susan did and tried to resolve the matter at home without involving my grandparents? What would you have done in my place?
It’s just so painful to see my dad choose them over me, and I don’t know if I handled this the right way. I’m torn between feeling justified and feeling like I’ve made things worse.
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What do you think? Am I in the wrong here, or was I right to stand up for myself and my mom’s legacy?
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He didn’t have a response to that, and after a moment of silence, he left my room.
So now I’m left wondering, readers, was my father right? Should I have overlooked what Susan did and tried to resolve the matter at home without involving my grandparents? What would you have done in my place?
It’s just so painful to see my dad choose them over me, and I don’t know if I handled this the right way. I’m torn between feeling justified and feeling like I’ve made things worse.
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What do you think? Am I in the wrong here, or was I right to stand up for myself and my mom’s legacy?
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So, I’m 25, navigating this weird phase of life where my stepmom, Natalie, is a central figure. She’s only 37, and yeah, she married my dad just two years after we lost my mom. It’s been rough, not going to lie.
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My mom was everything to me, and seeing Dad with someone else, especially so soon and so much younger? Tough to stomach.
But life’s all about the surprises it throws at you, right? Natalie does make Dad happy, which is something, I guess. So I’ve been trying to thaw the frosty air between us, aiming for at least a “normal” relationship.
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Mother’s Day was on the horizon, and I figured, why not make an effort? I booked a table at a nice restaurant for her and Dad and bought this pretty necklace.
It had her initials and a tiny tortoise charm hanging from it—Dad mentioned once that she’s nuts about tortoises. I was really excited to give it to her, thinking maybe, just maybe, it could be a step toward mending fences.
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So, I handed her the gift, right? She opened it, looked at it, and her face twisted as if she’d just sniffed spoiled milk. And then, no kidding, she tossed it back into the gift bag.
A tortoise necklace with the initial “N” | Source: Flickr
Why did Avril’s stepmom treat her heartfelt gift that way?
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