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the most beautiful of them all

Updated on August 27, 2010

the little girl. my mother

Every time I go on a long trip from the US I ask the Lord to plant a sensitivity in my heart, an eye for pictures, to "see" the most beautiful of them all - the one picture that I take, which captures a story I need to remember.

Recently I went to Zambia. I kept an open mind. Ten days went in a flash, here now, gone the next. I had a great time.

It took me nearly a week to spot the one picture to remember among hundreds I took.

I was coming from the direction of the hospital. Then, from far down the village on a dusty path I saw her coming. She was walking behind her mother. I just knew this was it!

This is the picture of a young girl carrying a 20 kilogram bag of corn on her head. I asked the mother where they were coming from and going. She told me they were going to the grinding mill to get that corn ground into mealie-meal (corn powder) for nshima.

That girl speaks to me of my mother (MHSRIP), many years ago, when mother was a little girl like her. Looking straight ahead she kept her pace as she walked past where I was standing; to see me more clearly she turned her eyes towards me.

This girl had already walked a distance of about four kilometers (2 miles) and she was not yet where she needed to get.

She got the prize for the best one of them all.

most beautiful


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