Remember seeing the African women walking long distances with their water containers on their heads. We were told they usually spent a good part of their day doing this. And I remember a Masai standing patiently while we took a break in our travels ....he waited silently and patiently and was finally given what he wanted: a bottle of water.
A pitiful life in which there is no way to ever get ahead.
Aren't we lucky? We get to sit here in our comfy homes in front of our computers with fresh, running water in our kitchens, our bathrooms and even in our dishwashers and washing machines............
I can't fathom having to live like these people where every day death comes via starvation or disease.