My Mamas and their babies.

Artisan headshots WC 027 Mubayange 063 Mubayange 079
Artisan headshots WC 024
Photos taken by our intern Yasmine while visiting our artisans throughout the villages. I strongly feel that African mothers are a different breed of human. There is a peculiar sense of ¬†selflessness that, having experienced this first hand with Mme. Kimou, envelopes children and strips the mother of any sense of personhood. It’s like these Mamas become just tools to protect and nurture their children until they can take care of themselves. Like they can not be people until their families are ok. Does that make sense?

It’s a scary notion, but also very sane at the same time.

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.