A 10-month-old boy weighing 4.1 kg is weighed at a health centre in Monrovia. More than half of African children who die before the age of five are malnourished, a top African Health Organisation official said at a west African regional meeting on nutrition.
When I saw this image I immediately wanted to buy a plane ticket for this baby and fly him over here. With food and medical treatment, maybe he’d achieve the miraculous and live. I’d adopt the guy and name him Jimmy, after the fifth U.S. President that his country was named after. Jimmy would grow up to be a whip-smart kid who loved climbing trees and building robots out of Legos. I’d take him to the beach on Sundays and teach the little bastard how to throw a boomerang. Time would fly by like a comet, and next thing you know Jimmy’s a doctor with two kids, working for UNICEF in Monrovia, where this story began.
But that’s not how the world works. How the world works is that the baby’s most likely dead by now, as I type this in my air-conditioned office.
I've included two links below if you'd like to help out, monetarily or otherwise:
United Nations Children's Fund (UNICEF)
Save The Children