I was at an African beauty store in Paris, France, and the shopkeeper was trying to convince me to buy a skin-lightening cream.
“I’m fine thanks, I don’t bleach my skin”, I responded.
“Well you should, it would make you look fine”, the Senegalese shopkeeper responded, a wide toothy grin on her face.
I shook my head and con…
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