Thanks to the eyes of the photographer Amilton Neves, we are guided into a very personal journey. Facing some outside metal or wooden painted walls, passing through some small main doors, we are going into the houses of several old Mozambican women, in order to meet them, to enter into their life, into their private space, to see how they live, to acknowledge their past, to listen to their history, to the history of Mozambique.
But who are these women? How old are they? What are their names? What are their life experiences?
Everything here seems so quiet, so still, so basic, so timeless, so peaceful. Are they silent, nostalgic, afraid, ashamed, angry? Or shy, resigned, relieved, smiling discreetly? Do they want to laugh or cry? What have they lost? Their love, their past, their life? Will they accept to talk, to let out what they carry deep inside themselves, to testimony, before it’s too late? Not to forget, but to remember?
Whatever all this! Whatever their conditions of life! These Mozambican women are always filled with dignity, beautiful and elegant, inspiring us to respect and compassion, if as they were our mothers, our grandmothers, our aunts, that we want to take care of, to protect, to cherish, to embrace. These women are called “madrinhas de guerra”.
Text by Christine Cibert.