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Uncle Bola was a small man. With his clean shaven jaw and baby face that always housed a smile, he was often mistook for a young boy.But he was not young at all.He was in his early fifties and had a family which consisted of three grown up daughters, of which, one of them was married.He was an easy going man who was loved by everyone in the village. He also happened to be my uncle.And like baba, he shared the same dislike for the white folk.So, when baba told me it was he who directed 'green eyes' to our house, I decided to confront him.Of course, baba would not have allowed me confront his brother on the matter. But, I needed to understand why he had done what he did.The next morning, after baba left for his farm at the far end of the village, I dressed up and left for Uncle Bola's house.Unlik
Green eyes.That was what I noticed the first time I saw him. It was also the first thing that made me dislike him, even before I noticed his pale skin, blond hair, suit and tie, and the way he looked at me, as if I were some African merchandise at the pawn shop on full display.I had always hated his type - the white men. Right from when I was little, baba told me how they came into our rich lands and left it barren. And how they mocked and demonized our gods, claiming they were false, and theirs was the only true one. How ridiculous.Those with green eyes, according to my baba, were the worst. They were a bunch of liars and thieves, crawling on their bellies, like serpents, into our lands, and leaving like elephants, trampling us and our resources down.
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