Wander Susan Wonder

I have become somewhat of a spectacle in my country. I don’t exactly match the native skin tone here so I tend to stick out, even when I dress in the cultural lafye (see previous blogs). Most of the time as I’m walking down the street I can hear the faint cries of “nasara, nasara” (white person, white person), and I immediately see heads pop out of doorways waiting for me to come by. Some of these are kids who run away either crying, screaming, or laughing as I pass by and greet them. Some people just kinda stare me down without saying anything, and a lot of people are really nice and come up to talk to me.I usually hear a few chuckles after I attempt to say something in Arabic. There have even been times when swarms of children start to follow me and I kinda feel like the pied piper. Who needs a musical instrument to get people to follow you when you have light-colored skin? Being a constant star in the white people show can be frustrating at times, but fortunately I can usually laugh at the situation. Hopefully people in my town will get used to seeing me soon. Until then my staring role in the white people show continues.