So I wake up at 6 am on a Friday to go to an animal feeds store to book feeds for the birds that are owned by one of my Organisations's beneficiaries. I usually do this every two days because I directly supervise all my beneficiaries' farming initiatives. While am at the store waiting for the feeds to be measured, mixed and packed in the sacks, I notice on the other side a woman, probably in her mid 20's carrying a baby of about 6 months on her back. In front of her is a huge frying pan on top of a big burning charcoal stove. Shes frying cassava and pan cakes, targeting pupils from a neighboring primary school. It is a very cold morning but who cares, she's already up with her baby on the back looking for money to support her self and family. I pitied the baby who was exposed to the cold weather, and worst of all, the possibility of flipping into the hot frying pan full of burning cooking oil and cassava. But this is Africa my friend! a woman's got to do what a wom