My father often used to tell me about how, during the Second World War, he used to walk the many kilometers from the farm to school, past the camps of the occupying forces. It sounded noble and adventurous, almost romantic. When they first began at secondary school, my daughters groaned and moaned about the long distance they had to cycle. It wasn?? even five kilometers. In the car, I taught them a lesson in the car by driving the journey I used to bike every day to school ??15 kilometers each way, come rain or shine. They were impressed. What would my daughters think if they had to walk with Chanceline for a day? Could they do it? Could I do it? A young mother from the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Chanceline is expecting her third child and is seven months pregnant. For her ante-natal visit, she has to walk to the nearest health center ??some 27 kilometers each way. A motorbike taxi costs too much. While we may think it extreme and inhuman, Chanceline ??walking in her flip-flops ??thinks of just one thing: getting to the center before it closes. Read More at www.devex.com