But when I was in Kenya last March, one little boy tried to change all this.
After his morning wash-down, I applied Vaseline to his skin. It makes him look good, and it keeps his skin from drying out.
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!
-oOo-
During the Summer, the home had a visitor from the USA, an American student volunteer called Amy.
Benta, one of our little girls, asked Amy what colour she was, to which Amy replied that she was white.
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!
