Upon being born in London, I was moved to Uganda with my parents as they had A business there. I lived there for about 7 years, ate at the best restaurants, rubbed shoulders with the rich on the regular and went to the best schools. I also had one of the biggest birthday parties in Ugandan history, at the time. My house was huge, and had a massive 360 garden that would surround my villa with Kalashnikov armed guards at our gates, and personal drives who were given shoot on sight commands by highly ranked officers in the Ugandan police. As you left our premise you would just have to drive down the road and you would see the indigenous people of the nation carrying buckets on their head while their child was on their back in the basking heat. It was definitely strange, the rich were not even Ugandan, they looked different, lighter skin tones tended to dominate a particular market, or were just generally richer then those Ugandans. These thoughts were going through my head at a very young age (Believe it or not) but just to get the point what opened my eyes, and changed my view on reality was my Dad stopped at some local village with me, and my brother in the car he got out, so it was just me and brother in the back-seat. All of a sudden the locals started surrounding our car, and screaming Muzungu! ( Muzungu mean's white man) (we are not white, but rather olive skinned but anyone with a lighter skin tone is considered a white man) and putting their hands against the glass window and shaking the car something out of a zombie flick no pun intended we were terrified! More, and more people started coming having any chance to look through the window at us. My father came and the crowd were cleared off by the help of some locals, and we drove off. That stuck with me, and from that day I was curious about the world around me..and begun the search XD and here I am today.