Big round eyes set in an angelic face stare wonderingly up at me
Adorable little boy, waving frantically as I pass him on the street
A huge grin, spreading through his entire being
A smile tugs at my mouth as I try to be firm.
“My name is not mzungu.”
A derisive laugh comes from a pair of perfectly shaped lips.
“Give me money.”
All of a sudden, that face isn’t so beautiful.
The gorgeous child makes a crude hand gesture and runs off,
his mocking laughter rings in my ears as I hurry away,
my skin glowing in the noontime sun.