Often when we are going through the "villages" that are the suburbs of Kinshasa, we are followed by laughing children. Many want their picture taken. Others are interested in us, the strange people. Because they speak Lingala, they are pretty confident that we cannot understand anything they say about us.
Last week, we were in an area that was very poor. It was on a hill beneath the cemetery with no room to expand. The market lined the narrow road. Off the road, we passed these children as we walked to visit a pig "farm." On our way by, both little girls were carrying younger children. When we came back, one baby had gone to sleep and was on a cloth under a tree. The little girl in this picture still had her charge. She is a very small girl. Unfortunately, many children have no childhood in this difficult world.
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