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  • I had pedaled my bike past this one shop many times, and had alway been curious of the women who ran it. Unlike most of the women in Katanga she did not wear a wardrobe made from bright wax printed fabric, instead she wore business suits, fancy shoes, and make up. I asked my friend Walkilongo if he knew anything about her? He informed me she is the most successful business women in all of Moba, and when she returned from the refugee camp in Zambia she brought a car back with her and started the first car taxi service. Walki introduced me to her later that day I asked her if I could photographer her and her business. I made a few exposures, chatted for a bit before returning to my office and making a few prints. I rode my bike back, and created a friendship that would never let me pass the store again with out stopping in for a drink or chat.
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