Even when I cover my hair and wear long skirts and long shirts, and speak kiswahili, people take one look at me and give me the mzungu price. I stick out like a sore thumb. So everything I do is like on candid camera, with kids "look Bi Sarah is buying an orange" or "Mzungu is riding a daladala", You don't realize how much you take for granted your racial appearance until you are the odd one out and how comforting it is to be not the odd one out just once in a while.
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