When the azungus (white people) come into the village, the children flock around. The little tiny ones are often terrified of us, but as they get older their curiosity overtakes any fear. Here are some pictures of the kids. Several of the girls have babies on their backs - little brothers or sisters, usually. They will carry the baby all day, until it cries, then back to Mom for a feed, then once again on the siblings back. If you will, notice how dusty and dry the ground is at this time of year. Since the kids are out in the dirt / dust all the time, they suffer from respiratory problems. Also in at least one of the pictures, the kids are sitting in the dirt, eating the pods from a local tree. I tasted one - mostly something to chew, not much flavor and I am sure not much nutrition. In one photo the back ground shows the local borehole where some of the villagers have gathered to do their laundry. The children are charming, but also heartbreaking at the same time.
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