The place is called Pibor. The rains were coming which means the black cotton airstrip and the roads nearby will be closed quite often. It will get slippery and soft. Black cotton is a thick, heavy but very slippery mud. So the food was delivered in advance by trucks.
Cooking oil in these tins.
Or sorghum and lentils in these 50kg bags. This woman was keeping guard!
This woman got a box of oil tins, some leaking obviously.
An old Murle woman is not afraid of carrying 50kg on her head. Notice the white piercing jewels around her mouth.
This kid in blue clothes was salvaging grains leaked from bags before being chased by some nasty official.
These bags have been tampered with, I’m not sure what’s inside. Maybe just a lightened o shared load.
The pictures were initially shot with a smartphone while pretending calling someone, my usual technique in this paranoid country. There is always some sort of obscure official, some soldier, some policeman, some civilian to object and make your life miserable. But around the food distribution center, people looked relaxed and after a while I could shoot a bit more normally. Still I left my big camera in the bag. I was not willing to push my luck too far.
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