appeal from Sierra Leone for food aid
I have noticed the price of my food going up. we often spend £80 on a weekly shop - which feels a bit embarrassing to admit (there are 3 of us - 1 is very small). But then, fruit is about 70p a piece and i spent £2 on a small packet of green beans. I wish I had time to work on an allotment. I wish we all did. we all should have time for that.
Yet I still come across mouldy tomatoes in the back of my fridge. And when I then read that the world is on the brink of a food crisis - or is already in one, I feel blessed, and guilty, and afraid. I am sitting at my desk with coffee and fruit loaf and grapes. I eat as much as I like. I can feed my son well. I can be sure that his growing brain is getting all in needs to do its best, and that his little body is packed full of energy so that he can charge around the kitchen patting his tummy shouting mummy mummy daddy.
Imagine knowing that your child's diet wasn't varied enough to let your child grow to their best, or that there wasn't enough food for them to be able to stay strong and fight off illness. That is very depressing. Those things can't be completely undone when a food crisis has passed.
And I think about how different people are from other animals - especially in our compassion and instinct to help people who are weaker than us. If some people do not care, then why do some of us care? On nature programmes when a population of animal is in trouble because of drout or an increase in predators, they don't intervene. They leave nature to balance itself. What makes us different? I am reminded of Ishmael (book about humans and life and hope and despair and a gorilla). Didn't he say something harsh about this? I can't remember.
anyway. The people of Sierra Leone may slip back into war if, as predicted, 90% can no longer afford a bag of rice. I have signed the petition asking governements to help prevent the food crisis from getting any worse: http://www.avaaz.org/en/world_food_crisis/9.php?cl=83726228
I wish people had more time to fight for these important things. Instead, like me, they have to get on with their work.
oh
Yet I still come across mouldy tomatoes in the back of my fridge. And when I then read that the world is on the brink of a food crisis - or is already in one, I feel blessed, and guilty, and afraid. I am sitting at my desk with coffee and fruit loaf and grapes. I eat as much as I like. I can feed my son well. I can be sure that his growing brain is getting all in needs to do its best, and that his little body is packed full of energy so that he can charge around the kitchen patting his tummy shouting mummy mummy daddy.
Imagine knowing that your child's diet wasn't varied enough to let your child grow to their best, or that there wasn't enough food for them to be able to stay strong and fight off illness. That is very depressing. Those things can't be completely undone when a food crisis has passed.
And I think about how different people are from other animals - especially in our compassion and instinct to help people who are weaker than us. If some people do not care, then why do some of us care? On nature programmes when a population of animal is in trouble because of drout or an increase in predators, they don't intervene. They leave nature to balance itself. What makes us different? I am reminded of Ishmael (book about humans and life and hope and despair and a gorilla). Didn't he say something harsh about this? I can't remember.
anyway. The people of Sierra Leone may slip back into war if, as predicted, 90% can no longer afford a bag of rice. I have signed the petition asking governements to help prevent the food crisis from getting any worse: http://www.avaaz.org/en/world_food_crisis/9.php?cl=83726228
I wish people had more time to fight for these important things. Instead, like me, they have to get on with their work.
oh

