Most of us young or old enough to write blogs are very well aware of hunger problems in Africa. Actually, most of us came of age eating up the food on our plates because our mothers were always there to remind us that "Hey, What about those kids in Africa?".
Now, you see, in this day age, when most of us are dying of heart disease and other ills because we stuff ourselves to a ball particularly, we read, in the south of the United States where most of my readers reside. Sadly, again, we hear of skeletal human beings migrating from point A to point B in the horn of the Old Continent.
Quite frankly, I thought we had grown past that small detail in geopolitics. But, hello! we haven't.
While we know billionaire foundations based in the U.S., or maybe elsewhere, are busy providing pharmaceuticals (of course!) to the dispossessed in those arid lands, we see little in the way of relief organizations bringing about education and the wherewithal to make people in that parched neck of the world aware of their surroundings and perhaps give them hope for a better world. Perhaps knowledge on how to grow crops and manage resources, if any, for unrainy days.
(The) BBC informs us of a mother, gaunt and tired, who dragged herself and her SEVEN stick thin children to a camp in another country (!) where help and nourishment is being offered. Most of the children's arms, the slightly overweight reporters tell us, are no thicker than my elegant middle finger.
Meanwhile, we watch the horror scenes in disbelief and we wonder whether this will ever be a thing of the past. We could go on...