NAIROBI, Kenya — Around the corner from Grace’s house in an impoverished neighborhood on the north side of Nairobi, the woman selling small purple onions slapped my hand, shook it and grabbed my fingers, smiling excitedly. I didn’t think anything of it until our traveling companion, Simon, said that the woman had told him in Swahili I was the first white person she’d ever met and touched. In this part of the world, I am a mzungu — a... Read more