Friday, January 29, 2010
Mozambican women are just fabulous. There's Julieta, always donned head to toe in kapulana, ready to head to mosque. And Atija, with her freshly-picked afro, harkening back to the days when Angela Davis was a wanted woman. And then there's Fatima, working so diligently in the heat, her breasts flopping out of her sweat-drenched top while she single-handedly runs the operations of her 7-person house. Whether driving monstrous Land Cruisers through town or carrying three crates of Coke bottles on their head, these women command a certain respect unlike anything I've ever seen. Their presence is fierce, magnetic and warm. They're an army you want on your side, and I continue to be inspired by them everyday.