Pre-Wataturu blogpost 1 from Dar es Salaam, the capitol of Tanzania
I never considered myself white. Asian American, Korean, or maybe even “chee-nah” or “jah-pahn” depending on what the men on the streets blurt at me at the countries I've visited. To me, white always meant Caucasian people with large eyes, pale skin, and fair hair. But in Tanzania, where the sea of black faces stretch far and wide, even someone of yellow skin like me is considered mzungu. Mzungu appears to represent many things to Tanzanians: financial prosperity and opportunities, physical beauty, cultural oppression, and sometimes, exploitation. It's an interesting feeling to be lumped into the same category as people of European descent. Color, like many other things, is so relative.
girl, we all black.
ReplyDeleteWhat is love? don't hurt me, baby don't hurt me. no more.
ReplyDeleteWhat is love? 'Tis not hereafter,
Present mirth and present laughter,
What's to come is still unsure . . .
You've always had Mzungu-envy complex anyway
ReplyDeleteIts going to be interesting to see wataturu through your eyes. Post pics if you can. I was thinking of adding Madyson to read your blogs.
ReplyDeletevery interesting and well written! on a side note i had a police report filed on me as a white male! i'm korean!
ReplyDeleteAnd I used to get made fun of growing up in Encino for being "chinese"...do I even look chinese to you Shell?
ReplyDelete@doctorleevil - you're a white male on the inside!
ReplyDelete@KC - maybe a little chinese? or maybe mexican...