It was Mozambican Womens' Day today. Blake had a farewell party this afternoon, so I helped the women do the cooking and clean up. Mozambicans were so surprised at this that they took pictures of Nanosh, Charles and I washing the dishes.
We then went to the bar a little later, and women were cleaning while a woman served us our beers. A bunch of men were drinking next to us, and a woman drinking was sitting alone inside. We showed a few boys how to play chess while watching women struggle with food and children through the mud.
We then went to get our own bread (ha!) and on the way, passed a late-closing pastry shop where two women were alone behind the counter. We stopped and spoke with them for a while, buying a couple of pastries.
Mainly, it seems that on this national holiday honoring women, I saw men wandering around aimlessly and women going about doing the work they do every single day. And even the women couldn't IMAGINE it being any different.
Tomorrow, I'll most likely see a few presentations, but be frustrated that more weren't presented. Rain, cold and motivation are all against me.
Peace
John
