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In my teens, I had the chance to witness widespread corruption in that narrow stretch of land, stretching from the Gulf of Guinea to the savannas of West Africa. There, the affluent, cloaked in a veneer of education yet devoid of true wisdom, ignited a strong anger within me. It destroyed my naive belief that people are inherently wise and exposed the harsh reality: many were driven by selfish desires for immediate pleasure rather than the noble qualities I had envisioned. This reality became clear as I observed them shirking responsibility, absorbed in the present moment, neglecting their deeper selves. My perception of their shallowness, initially mistaken for a sign of my own inferiority, reflected a misjudgment on my part, holding onto the belief in hidden wisdom despite actions betraying their stated values.

Growing up among the wealthy circles of this land, where dogmatic beliefs of their corrupted religion prevailed, the emphasis was on appearances above all. True values faded in the chase for superficiality, diverging from the often-quoted but rarely-followed teachings of the Bible, particularly in their pursuit of perfection focused solely on physical and animalistic traits. Society's obsession with facades, celebrating only those who conformed to the hedonistic standard, filled me with disillusionment, leading me to question my worth and the significance of the actions I witnessed.

A constant, gnawing fear shadowed my childhood, eroding my confidence, yet a strange nostalgia for those intense experiences lingered. The most profound anxieties of my time in this region, possibly due to a phenomenon akin to Rosy-Retrospection or an attraction to emotional extremes, made me yearn for them. Memories of my peers skillfully drawing anime characters stood out as a beacon of hope. In this context, anime became a window to narratives diverging from the Western clichés and the consumerist rush for adrenaline with no substantial foundation. Even though not all, anime was the first place I found philosophically deep plots, a refreshing contrast to the instant gratification permeating my world. While not a perfect escape, its stories sparked a joy that still resonates.

Anime opened doors to worlds that demanded more than a cursory glance, inviting contemplation on the intricate tapestry of human morality and the multifaceted nature of our existence. Rather than seeking perfection, I learned that with careful discernment, the vast expanse of choices could yield narratives that resonated with my yearning for significance.

Anime stood as evidence that selective indulgence could unearth thought-provoking narratives amidst prevailing vapidness. This discerning immersion became an act of resistance against superficial complacency, a stride towards embracing the nuances that lay beneath simplistic facades.