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Alicia N’kanza

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Mother did my hair like every morning, like every
evening. She liked to see them loose, curly and long.
We were not allowed to go out with our hair loose. It
was an offense, according to Law 5, considered an act
of rebellion. “Mom, I have exactly the same hair as
you, long, curly and white”. “Yes, because practically
everyone in the city had snow-white hair. We were
good in history. We were the good ones in history.
We were humans. Except for some, after the
membership ceremony.” “I know. But yours seem ...
different.” And that was always what she said.
However, I had silky white hair like her. I had the
same black skin color as her. The same black eyes.
She put the comb in its place and turned my chair
over so that I was in front of her. “Iwa, everything
will be fine. I'm sure it's not the last time we'll meet.
You are so human. You are human. I am human, your
father is human.” She gave me a smile that was
almost forced, as if she was trying to convince herself.
“You have a 77% chance of remaining a human. For
7 generations, it's staying like that, we are on a very

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