I grew up as a “dark skinned” girl, but since I arrived in Niger, that has changed. I am now being called white.
Many times, I see what that means in kids’ eyes. Some of them cry when they first see me; others hide themselves in their mother’s clothes. When they do that, the challenge begins: I aim to show them that a “white girl” can be nice, too.
That is what happened with Hassi, a little girl who would not let me even take pictures of her at first — she would run, hide herself, cry, do whatever it took to keep her distance.