I was familiar with the African tradition of carrying water above the head, but I had never seen it in person, not until that moment. She carried her burden with the unembellished beauty of poise and grace.
On a mission experience in Ghana with my local church, our team came upon a riverbed across the road from the orphanage. There were younger children squealing with delight in the flowing water, adorned with little more than white underwear, while a few older ones sat on a rock washing clothes downstream.
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