Any kitchen of a corner of Africa

This scene took place in Cameroon, But it could have happened in Sudan, Angola or Tanzania, In this year, In the previous one or six centuries ago. At that time in the morning on the continent he is already a Motorcycle Lobby, markets, Running children and flip flops on dirt roads, African women prepare breakfast, or lunch or everything at once, In kitchens where the light is sneaks through the slits. Africa dwells on the street but even inside the houses the sun bursts to illuminate the mornings, thus so sharp, Without subtleties. The cauldrons full, The woman who cares and that light without contemplations.