Monique doing laundry at the well.
Walking back home from the well with my shower water.
One of the many demanded posed pictures.
Kids from another family keeping the up supply of buckets for watering the crops, which other women would come to take.
This is one of my favorites. I tried to ask this woman if I could take her picture (I loved the colors of her jewelry) and I thought at first she said no. Because we don't speak the same language it took a while, but I realized she just wanted to find another prop. She was only holding one watering can at the time, so she took a minute to find another. Then she was ready for the photo.
Martin walking through some of his crops. Each person in the family had a few rows of their own. This garden is for all four families in the village.
Kids hanging out while their mothers work.
Laundry hanging on the fence. The road leads back up to my compound.
I thought I was strong, but these women put me to shame...they carry buckets of water on their head, their babies strapped to their backs, a pile of vegetables in their arms, then ask me if I need help carrying my small water bottle.
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