Forsake who I am, forsake what we are
eat, my son
and sleep
rest your head on paws
Your father is waiting
On earth, we are briefly powerful
Our love and our lives
they pass so fast
We are invincible,
then we are dead
Eat, eat, my son
It wasn’t our time
Rather you die
than suffer a cruel world
It wasn’t our time
A young pregnant woman receives herbal medicine from a traditional midwife. Uganda. ©Sofi Lundin
A portrait of a mother and child at a Tuareg wedding. Agasez, Niger. ©Matilde Gattoni