Imagine living in a world where every one mistook you for someone else just because you bear some resemblance to that person for one reason or the other. Well, that was my life.
I am an identical twin and my twin brother can be described simply as a terrorist. He caused havoc and destruction where ever he went and whenever someone who didn’t know he was a twin saw me, they treated me with disdain and contempt because they believed it was me.
He was also terrible with the ladies, so I ended up receiving a slap or two from strange women. Most of them don’t believe me when I tell them it wasn’t me.
Sometimes I feel I should walk around with a sign that says, “I’m a twin, it wasn’t me”, probably my life would be way better with fewer slaps and stares.
– May Okanigbe