The rain had eased off, just enough for me to hop and skip through the muddy, maze-like lanes of Katanga. I quickly got under the outdoor shelter, took off my shoes and walked into an active tailoring class. "Mwasuze Motya" ("Good morning everyone"), I said as I looked around trying to find a place to sit.
I often come here to the Livelihoods building, just to sit, watch and think about how far these women have come in the past year of training; their confidence with the machine, the fluidity they possess and the quality of workmanship that comes out at the end.
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