“Just because it’s okay for you to date outside your race at home doesn’t mean it’s okay here. It’s weird, it’s not right, that’s not how I was f**king raised. You should be ashamed.” *Josh glared at me across the table, his toothy-grinned uncle nodded his head in agreement, and eventually, all eyes rested on me. Pause for reaction. The awkwardness was palpable. One moment I was sitting in a restaurant in Livingstone, amidst a cohort of international volunteers, chatting about our day, and the next I was being schooled on the fundamentals of interracial dating; The fundamentals being, don’t do it, and certainly don’t do it in Africa. What the hell was I…