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by Nana Yaw Boampong Sapong, United States Nov 13, 2006
Culture   Short Stories

  

This short story is part of the unusual encounters on my sojourn to foreign lands. I would not say where and when because it is inconsequential. We are all part of that world. It was around 11am in the morning. I decided to go to a local restaurant for a quick meal. The warmth and aroma inside the restaurant bid me welcome from the cold November breeze.
Upon entering, I proceeded to place an order of a spicy chicken sandwich combo without the soda, of course. My order finally arrived and I began devouring and dismembering the sandwich.
Caught in the throes of culinary ecstasy, my senses did not fail to notice a strange sensation apart from the one going on in my mouth and stomach. Someone was staring hard at me! It was a little boy. He had come to eat with the mother and little sister. He was told not to stare because it was impolite, and I heard him ask his mother the unavoidable question. "Mom, why does he look different?"
Mom looked flustered and tried to divert the kid's attention to events at school. This question always gets the better of me, for I was equally taken aback. Needless to say, this is not the first time that I have heard such a question. My first reaction was to look at my appearance. I was not dressed differently from the several sharply dressed professionals walking down the street. Long coats, dress boots and all.
Then it finally hit me!
I patiently finished my meal, paid for the services and casually walked towards the boy. He saw me coming and froze either in awe or consternation. I will never know. I said hello to him, and his mom and little sister, we exchanged little pleasantries, and I walked away. I laughed all the way to my office. This skin of mine!





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Nana Yaw B. Sapong
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Excellent Piece
George Sapong | Nov 20th, 2006
Very thought-provoking. Thanks Mr. Sapong!

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