Sacrifice!
I met him in the grocery store. His eyes lit up when he saw me, they followed me as I walked down the aisle. It was 9 pm, I was rushing home when I stopped to buy a few groceries. All the counters were closed except for the self checkout and there he was again, eager to help. As he packed my groceries, he asked, “So, where do you come from?” clearly he was not referring to my local residence but my country of origin. Do I look so obviously foreign? I wondered. “Where do you think I come from?” I asked “Senegal?, Cameroon?, Nigeria ?” I shook my head each time. “I’m from East Africa, Uganda to be exact”. Then he said "Yes, people from East Africa are dark like you". I couldn't disagree more but since Sudan is in the general area, he was right in the large scheme of things. I thought he was a Nigerian although his accent was not too “a beggo” and he seemed a little less assertive, turns out he was Ghanaian. In a few short minutes, he had rolled out the intimat