Today, I am still thinking about the charcoal lady at the market and this little boy. I don't even remember his name. There are hundreds of children like him here. He followed us the whole time we shopped and all the way to our truck asking for money, always reminding me he was hungry and asking me to take his picture. As we got in the truck we did give him some money.
What is amazing to me, is that he stayed with us all day and had the courage to ask Lisa, "Are you the going to eat me?" It has been awhile since I have heard that. The last time we experienced it, the kid just dropped the McDonald's happy meal toy we gave him and went screaming in the other direction, scaring Lisa and I more than we scared him.
It is 2008, we are only two hours from the States and kids here still believe that we as white people, eat black children.
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