December 13,1965
Dear diary,
I ran.I ran away from the most wretched beings.I ran until I thought I was safe.It was what the foreign people called winter,a thing that was called a figment of imagination in my home country... Kenya.But as I was entranced in thought, I bumped into a boy.Prepared to apologize.I looked into his eyes... his deep,bottomless, blue eyes.His hair was a dirty brown .
His smile was warm and welcoming he was everything I'd thought I'd never have, but he was white. His kind enslaved all black people.So, I just walked past him with a deep meaningful sigh...but he didn't even notice
