Our house is located on a hillside, on one of the lower rungs of modern housing that sits above a small valley. It seems like the wealthier residents live higher up, while the less fortunate live in the valleys in ramshackle housing that has very few amenities. Because we live on the lower rung, just below us, we get a bird’s eye-view of all the goings-on in the valley neighborhood.
The road or more appropriately described dirt path just beyond and below our fence serves as parade grounds for a constant stream of human movement to and from the small valley. There are women carrying loads of bananas, mosquito netting or just about any product that can be sufficiently amassed into a transportable pile atop their heads often with a baby tied to their backs.
I am in constant awe at the amount of stuff these women can carry. It is little wonder that many look aged beyond their years. Life for unskilled women here is truly difficult beyond words. Our womanly burdens in the States, although many, are incomparable to the challenges these ladies face on a daily basis in Africa.
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