I was asked to paint a story that happened in Uganda. I have some old friends who are serving a mission right now in Uganda, currently in the Congolese area. They took picture after picture of the people they served, and I was astounded how beautiful they are. I don't think I did them justice--I will have to keep trying.
In this story, some American businessmen build a children's facility for the Ugandan people. They have to run to the store for some handsaws. In Uganda, the foreigners are called "Mazungu," and it was common practice to overcharge them at the shops because they didn't know any better. This shopkeeper, however, told the men, “I see with my eyes a mazungu, but in my heart, that’s not what I see,” and she charged them a fair price.