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translucent-white I was sporting upon arrival, I am surprised at how pale they are compared to the local scenery. My host mother tells me “Kuukua, you’re an African now”. Staring at my white hands and American clothes I wonder if my friend’s family would agree, or the children across the street.
Humming I settle back on my modest bench, debating whether to entice my friend into a game of cards or just play idly with the deck. As I shuffle I think to myself, “If I knew nothing when I arrived her two weeks ago, what will I know when I return.”