Super White

At first I didn't like being called nasara, or o bopienno, or le blanc or any other number of ways the locals had for saying white person/foreigner. I would introduce myself to everyone, kids and adults alike, so that they would start yelling my name instead of chanting, "white person, white person". I would get angry that they only saw me for my skin color and I was only a random white person without a name of my own. Then I embraced it. I was THE WHITE. I was a superhero whose super power was the ability to glow in the dark, and give out candy faster than a speeding bullet. I would get suspicious if I was told by the kids that there was another foreigner they saw in the market on the way to school. Who did they think they were? Matiacoali is only big enough for one THE WHITE. There is no room for THE WHITES. But in three months, I will move back to America and back to my mild-mannered alter ego. Who will defend the fair village of Matiacoali in my absence from such super villans as The Girl Disempowerer? I will have hung up my white cape in retired as THE WHITE. I, being the third education volunteer in my village, am the last of my kind. I have heard rumors that I will be replaced by a Girls Education and Empowerment volunteer that will work with the primary school. If that is the case, The Girl Disempowerer doesn't stand a chance. I just hope that the villagers of Matiacoali, will not forget me as THE WHITE, THEIR WHITE.