This image is from an African village in a rural backwater. I was a spectator watching a friend playing a game of bawo. Despite the excitement, I became aware I was staring at the feet of a young boy sitting close by me. It must have been the contrast of the white soles against his richly tanned skin that got my attention. I found myself questioning, “What is this place that a young boy’s feet can look like those of an old man – cracked and eroded ?”
Suddenly my concentration was broken and I was looking up into the eyes of some children staring back at me. Instead of being a spectator, I was now the focus of many deep brown eyes looking my way. Each face seemed to be asking the same question, “Who are you ? What are you doing here ?”
I wish I could say that was the only time I felt like an alien in a strange land…
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