Long walk, African child

The image of “an African child”, as distinct to an, “Asian” or “European” child, was engraved in my mind, early on. I came to learn that as an African child, I was somewhat uniquely vulnerable, compared to other children elsewhere.

Truth be told, that was only partially, true. I do not think that I was ever as vulnerable as Yemeni, Syrian, or Palestinian children, even if some children, elsewhere in Africa, could well have been similarly circumstanced.