Everything that comes from the fields or bush arrives on the heads of the Congolese women and girls. There is no donkeys or other animals. There is no wagons or other vessels. There is no trucks or even bicycles. It is transported by the Congolese women and girls.
The women and girls pass me by loaded down. Their loads stacked up one, two or three feet above their heads. Their eyes are focused straight ahead. Their bodies are rigid and still while they walk along the path. Their faces show no emotion just a little sweat to prevent overheating.
In a poor rural village, one of the major jobs of Congolese women and girls is to carry stuff.
