We met her in the car park of a small shopping mall on the edge of Mbabane, Swaziland’s capital. She was too shy to get out of the car her friend had brought her in, too nervous of who might see, or what might be overheard.

She told us that she knew an isolated place where we could talk. Ten minutes later we are in scrubland standing by the rubble and remains of someone’s home.

(via. http://edition.cnn.com/2012/10/18/world/africa/swaziland-sex-unemployment-economy/index.html?hpt=hp_c1)