...and those were the exact words spoken by a Tanzanian woman in the market. Everyday I hear something new about the oil and water relationship of being Black and Canadian. To give credit to Tanzanians, I'm not too sure how many Black Canadians they have encountered in Mwanza as opposed to Whites.
By the end of this trip, I think my former dissertation on Black identity would've been pretty good. Three days in, and I've already got a chapter worth of material.