In rural villages in Africa you can find peace and tranquility. There are women coming home each day with babies on their backs and firewood on their heads. The men are building churches and homes. The boys are farming and preparing bricks. The girls are sweeping the floors and preparing food for the day. Everybody has a role to play in the village. The houses topple over when the storms hit, but the people come together and rebuild. The young die from diseases such as malaria, but every family from every nearby village comes together and mourns. The struggle is real in village life, believe me. But there is something to be said about the simple life. The closest I ever felt to being alive was in the rural villages of Africa- the birthplace of humanity.