For many African communities, markets still play a pivotal role in our daily lives. Markets are not only a center of activity - from bustle to hustle - but are a place for people to shop, socialize and have stimulating interactions. Located in the country’s capital city, Mozambique’s Xipamanine market is one such place.

Let lovely ladies at Nzualo Na’ Khumalo introduce to a place that’s much more than the negative search results it gets.

If you Google the word “Xipamanine” a lot of references might be thrown at you. Some words will pop right up: “Crowded”, “ disorganized”, “cluttered”, “filthy”, etc.

"Don’t let it fool you, Xipamanine is unique business center.  Like most informal markets, it is a world of its own. It is famous for its supersize, but in our opinion it is all the noise and excentric organization that make it unique.

People scream, dance, yell, do anything to get your attention. They’re here to sell. You’re there to buy. Here you can purchase anything from clothing, to construction material, school supplies, food, traditional medicine and even live animals like goats.

The people here are brave. This is people who weren’t afraid to take the little they had to build an empire. People who dared to put themselves out there. People who took the shot.

From mothers to grandfathers, everyone here is striving for something better.

People just like us. That’s why it made sense for us to go there, to trace our inspiration and bring that piece of our soul into Back to the roots.

This is where our grandparents and parents purchased their goods before the existence of Shopping malls with defined infrastructures. It is also where young folks like us come to buy the latest fashion or food to feed their families.

We wanted to showcase in a more honest way the unique feeling and vibe of the market. Our pictures are not edited, for this reason.

We wanted to bring the rawness of its beauty; the texture of its environment; the loudness of people and animals.


This is Xipamanine!”

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