Play That Funky Music White Boy...

Well, I've gone from being a Gora to being a Muzungu. But at least in Pakistan I could kind of, sort of, almost blend in to a crowd. Here in Uganda, there's just no chance in hell. I'm about as African as Maple Syrup. So this means that every African kid screams, "Muzungu!!!" amidst peals of laughter, and follows you until you have a small parade going. Every single one of them knows the following dialogue:

Little African Children: "Helllloooo Muzungu!!!!"
Me: "Hello little African children!"
Them: "How are YOU!?"
Me: "I'm great, how are you?"
Them: "I am FINE!"
Me: "Do you know where Mabira Forest is?"
Them: "I am FINE!"
Me: "Fair enough."

And Ugandan kids are the cutest. Only around tourist spots do they ask for handouts, so it's nice. Even though they've doubtless seen many, many whites before, they act like each one is the absolute first one they have ever seen in their short lives.

I feel special.

Mom was right afterall.