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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