“Mzungu,” “mzungu,” almost rehearsed as I was greeted with the early morning wake up calls from the children of one of Nakuru, Kenya’s more prominent slums.

“Mzuri,” the easiest and quite frankly least formal response almost always brought forth a gleaming row of smiles masking the horrid conditions surrounding them.

You see, to see one who stands with nothing appear to have everything is what led me on my journey to Africa, and is what follows my commanding footsteps through life.

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