But when I was in Kenya last March, one little boy tried to change all this.
After I had finished, he took the Vaseline pot and started to grease my bald pate, stating that he was greasing me to make me the same colour as him!
During the Summer, the home had a visitor from the USA, an American student volunteer called Amy.
Benta tutted and shook her head. Later, as the Sunday dinner chicken was being plucked, Benta pointed to the chicken and then to Amy's arm. She was telling Amy that she was not white, but the colour of a plucked chicken!