As a missionary in Kenya, East Africa, I was affectionately called an mzungu. (To say it properly, hum the m, then say zoon goo.) When I asked my Kenyan guard what that meant, he would laugh nervously and shy away.
When he would pass by, I would ask again, “What is an mzungu?” He would say “Oh no, Mama.” But, at the end of the week, I had his pay. I held up his shillings. “Bwana, what does mzungu mean?” He smiled, hung his head and said, “Run in circles.”
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