Yesterday, I drove past a young family walking. The mother was carrying her child in a kanga on her back, the father was carrying two plastic bags that seemed a bit heavy. It is not usual to see families walking together, it is noteworthy when a man is with a child. The couple was slowly climbing the steep hill that cuts through the corn fields at the end of our road. There was a weight in their step that suggested hardship, their heads were down. They were carefully dressed. They had a quiet dignity that settled like a stone in my heart.