When I was in Ethiopia, I drove up Entoto Mountain and saw these women, dozens of women, climbing up and down this steep mountain with very heavy loads of branches on their backs.

The women were hunched over, almost to a 90 degree angle and one of them I saw had such bad posture that even when she removed the load from her back was permanently hunched over.

Where were they all going? What were they doing with these branches? There is no way they were being paid enough for such hard labor that left most of them permanently deformed.

Of course I was overcome with sadness. The plight of the women in Africa does not became real until you place your self in their space.

Then and only then does life get real, very quickly.

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