He Knows My Name…
“Mzungu! Mzungu!”
For the past month, everywhere I go, this word is shouted from the mouths of adorable Zambian children, and whispered under the breath of adults.
It means white person.
At first, from the children, it was cute. My teammates and I would even make fun of ourselves with this word at times. But when some of these children with whom we have formed relationships with still call us, “Mzungu”, even though we have told them our names time and time again, a type of identity crisis can start to form.
Is that really all you see in me?Is that all I am to you?I...