Was anyone thinking they'd mistaken me for a local? Because I sure made an impression. People stopped dead mid-stride their eyes popping wide like seeing a ghost or something unexpected from another universe dropped in the middle of things.
Think about this: stepping into Shenzhen felt less like arriving somewhere and more like standing out front center under floodlights with no way to hide being African-descended here wasn't blending you were a stark contrast against everything else. My hair was pure drama – it's that natural afro thing, wild enough to challenge the very idea of normalcy or physics as we knew them.
It didn't just sit there; my curls actively shaped conversations asked questions and maybe even demanded attention on purpose if I recall correctly. You know what they say about first impressions well?
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