I wrote this last week when I was in Juba:
There are so many things we take for granted. Clean sheets. A mattress. Windows. Toothpaste. Clean drinking water. Yet here in Juba, I’m reminded every day of the bounty of my world and the inequalities that exist between the developed and the developing world. I ride through the markets and look at the window at the women toiling away. Many I see balancing a large load on their heads, a baby on their back and carrying heavy bags in the hot, morning sun as they walk along a dusty road.
This is their lot in life. Mine is to drive in a car to work, stopping for a latte, with my child safely in a school or someone else’s care. Today at the office, the coffee/tea lady came in with a baby on her back. I marveled at her. How did she find this job? How far did she walk? Was her child healthy? Later I saw that same baby peacefully asleep on a hard cement patch out near where the cars are kept. What fate will that child have?