(Written in Wakiso)
Somehow all these descriptions are synonymous.
Being called “mzungu” is not intended to be offensive, but still, it gets old. I cannot walk down any dirt path, or two feet for that matter, without hearing multiple choruses of “mzungu! mzungu!”
Wanting only to blend in, my skin color betrays me, and I do not go unnoticed.
One of my friends jokes, “it’s like we are b-list celebrities.”
Some days I wave to the onlookers, with a smile on my face.
Other days, I look straight ahead, completely ignoring them.
And, if I am feeling particularly feisty on any given day, I might respond with some cleverly-constructed, cheeky comment in the local language. This is usually followed by an uproar of laughter… as what mzungu would know any other language than English?