In my brown country, I am ridiculed for being black.
In the country of white, all my countrymen are called brown.
We apply creams to make our skin fair, and the white ones tan their skin brown.
God told me he was tired of us, so he now paints skies.
Yogita Khandge wrote this story.
Closely observed. Very strong — especially at the end.
Thank you Leo :)
Wonderful
Thank you Rosanne :)
So fine and so wise.
Thank you Sarah :)
Totally get this. How ironic white people believe in dominance – yet seek suntans!
Yes Soshauna. And in my country, fairness is such an important criteria to be considered beautiful..fairness creams is a huge industry! Every matrimonial ad seeks a fair and beautiful girl!
That saddens me, Yogita.
Hmm..but these are the facts and it is very difficult to change the mindset of people
I loved your story and all the comments above!
Thank you so much Ruth 😊
Love this!
Thank you so much Jane :)
Sometimes, living in our own little world, we’re unaware of what goes on elsewhere. Thank you for writing and sharing this. A well-chosen story of the week.
Thank you Susan..yes, this is an everyday fact even now