On the outskirts of Lusaka we passed an area where gravel is made and sold. It was sad to see old women and children sitting amid the piles using hammers to break the rocks into smaller pieces. The day was beastly hot, and I could only imagine how difficult their lives must be.
The woman and child managed to create a makeshift shelter to protect them from the sun. Many were not so fortunate.
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