Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Celestial Windows

Belfast City Hall,
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Salisbury Cathedral, England

Since I posted dark and mysterious windows last week, I thought to offer contrast today with portals so heavenly and bright, one can easily imagine spirits being drawn to the light that beckons with a promise of hope and joy.





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St. Peter's Catholic Church, Belfast, N.I.

Growning up with the Troubles in Northern Ireland, I have not always been a fan of organized religion and the wrongs so often perpetrated in its name. That said, I have since sat quietly in a good many churches, temples and abbeys…and felt myself infused with love, goodwill and the unrelenting sense that mankind’s innate goodness will triumph above all.


I hope these windows will offer momentary respite from the trials of the moment and be a sweet reminder that each day is precious beyond words….
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St. Brigid and St. Patrick
St. Patrick's Cathedral, Dublin, Ireland

I'm linking this post to Mary T's Wednesday meme, 'Window Views...And Doors Too!'
For more intriguing photos, do stop by the following link...
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Monday, February 21, 2011

Microfiction Monday and Thursday Think Tank

I originally posted this poem only to Mirofiction Monday, but as it is a good match to March 10th's Think Tank prompt, I'm adding a link back to that site....
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/03/thursday-think-tank-39-ghosts.html#more
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I came across Microfiction Monday by accident, and was drawn in immediately by this intriguing photograph of the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum in West Virginia, a facility that housed the mentally ill in the mid-1800s, and has since become an historic national landmark.
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The site's host asks us to elucidate on the photo she provides in 140 characters or less.
This immediately came to mind...
Past empty rooms that
echo still with distant lives,
I tread with care…
mindful that the sly ghosts
of yesteryear reach out
to touch my heart and
draw me to their breasts.
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(140 Characters)
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For more of Microfiction Monday, do visit the link below...there is much good reading to be found there!
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Saturday, February 19, 2011

Shadow Shot Sunday: Utah Shadows

If you've read my previous posts, you'll know that I fell in love with Utah after a road trip there last year. Its breadth and topography left me gasping with awe at each turn of the road. In all my travels, I have never seen its like before...it is, quite simply, a photographer's dreamscape.


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Among many possibilities on the trip, Utah offered endless opportunities for shadow shots. The light had a radiant quality, clear and unfettered, that spun swirls of shadows across the red soil and undulating rock faces.
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It seems certain I will once more succumb to the call of these great canyons and cliffs, and the
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wide grassy valleys... I know I would never tire of watching shadows shift and form anew as the sun moves across the sky...

I am linking this post to Shadow Shot Sunday, hosted by the gracious Tracy. You can be assured of a treat for the eyes if you pop in for a visit!
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http://heyharriet.blogspot.com/
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Photo Hunt: Silhouettes

Although I’m sporadic in visiting, one of my favourite memes is the ‘Saturday Photo Hunt’ hosted by http://tnchick.com/
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Each week, a theme is provided, with participants asked to submit a photo they think best illustrates that theme.
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When I saw that today’s prompt was ‘silhouettes’, it brought to mind a crisp Fall day spent in a corner of our West Coast known as Steveston. That afternoon stands out in part because we shared it with our younger son - walking along the waterfront and watching the sun sink lower in the sky.







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As this grown man clambered over the rocks and launched logs into the water, I was reminded of countless afternoons over the years when our children were small and each day was an adventure waiting for them to undertake.
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For me, it is most certainly the small moments in life that have sculpted my contentment…

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Thank you tnchick, for hosting this weekly event..so glad I've rediscovered you.
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Friday, February 18, 2011

Me and My Kobo




I never expected to own a Kindle, a Kobo, or any other eReader. I am too fond of books to ever consider replacing them. I love everything about them…the feel and the smell of paper, the heft of a fat book in my hands, the pleasing symmetry of volumes lined up on shelves, ready to be perused at my leisure. A book goes with me everywhere, be it to the dentist or the grocery store…one never knows when the chance for a cup of tea and a read will present itself!

Above: A corner of my home library.
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I, therefore, had mixed feelings when my husband bought me a Kobo for Christmas. Holding something the size of a calculator to read was so foreign to how I’d absorbed knowledge and pleasure since childhood on that I felt only awkwardness. It must also be said that I am a techno-peasant…computers often seem out to get me, I still write poems longhand, and will generally choose the sound of silence over the constant input of television and radio.


To my surprise, I have come to very much enjoy my new toy. The eReader came loaded with one hundred classic books. I can add another thousand to it, and insert memory cards for more. I find myself re-reading my favourite authors, like Charlotte Bronte and Ralph Waldo Emerson. Last night I started ‘Anna Karenina’, and earlier in the week, eagerly opened ‘A Tale of Two Cities’. EReaders are perfect for reading several books concurrently, as I’m wont to do.
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Left: My craft room, also filled with books!
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It is a definite boon that the Kobo fits neatly into my purse. On our last trip out of the country, I carried with me a bulky tome written by Ken Follett. I certainly could not leave it at home for two weeks when I was in the middle of the story; nor could I abandon in a café it to be picked up serendipitously by another traveler, as I have done in the past with lesser-loved reads. This book had a space reserved for it on the shelf at home.
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I am pleased to discover that it does not have to be an either/or situation…I can enjoy my electronic reader, and still revel at the three thousand or so books filling the rooms that make up my home library.

Possibilities abound! The whole world is spread before me in books, and with the turn of a page – or the click of a button - I can explore every inch of it.
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Mysterious Windows

Lincoln Castle, England


Windows let in light...they illuminate our inner rooms and allow us to clearly view the world outside our doors.
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But when those windows are besmeared by the ravages of time and weather, an element of mystery adds drama that clouds their usual clarity.
These are the windows into which I eagerly peer, in hopes of uncovering what secrets have been hidden...
and returning them to the light.

Asford Castle Boathouse, Ireland













Bose Farm Dairy Shed, Surrey BC, Canada
I've picked windows that intrigued me and am linking them to Mary T's 'Window Views...and doors too!' . For more photos, do stop by the following link...
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http://windowviews2.blogspot.com/
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My World Tuesday

Life in our West Coast rainforest means that many birds stay all year round to enjoy the temperate climate, a definite boon for those of us who delight in their daily visits.

Chickadees, wrens and finches abound, chased away only briefly by the appearance of the loud and bossy Steller's Jay.
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I am posting these photos as my first entry into My World Tuesday, graciously hosted by Klaus, Sandy, Wren and Sylvia.




For a glimpse into other corners of the world, do stop by and visit at the following link...
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Friday, February 11, 2011

Remembering Angel...Repost

Because today is the anniversary of a
beloved friend's passing, I am reposting this piece to affirm that love is the one thing that never dies....


We only had eleven years to share with our beloved Yorkshire Terrier, but they were years we will always cherish. Angel was a delight to us...so bright...so loving and sweet. She adored us with every fibre of her being and wanted nothing more than to share her life with us. We are so very grateful that she did...
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We chose Angel from a kennel in Revelstoke, knowing as soon as we met her that she would become part of our family. On the long drive home to Surrey, she lay content in my arms, the beat of my heart soothing her in sleep and bonding her to us so easily it was clearly meant to be. She had been named Angel because she was a scrappy little devil, full of mischief and play. We kept the name because surely if there are angels, they would come in the form of this most loving of companions.
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She was everything you could ask for in a friend: funny... feisty... loyal...and always there when comfort and unconditional love were what was needed. I like to think we enriched her life as bountifully as she did ours, but I don't believe any of us shone as brilliantly as she did.
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Angel has been gone for three years now, and it has been difficult to move on without her. Quite unexpectedly, we found another little soul who needed us as much we needed her, and we are dog guardians one more. With a boundless capacity for love, our hearts can always find room to accept more...but for all time, there will be a special place in each of us reserved for the joy that was Angel.
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We love you, Angel...we miss you terribly... and will never forget you and the blessing you brought to our lives. You were the best girl in the world...
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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Irish Doors



I have recently discovered a new meme, which I know will quickly become one of my favourites.





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Mary at
'Window Views...and doors too!' clearly shares my lifelong fascination with arches and openings of all kinds.






Looking in or looking out...entering or leaving...every portal has a story to tell, a unique viewpoint that is like no other.








On a trip home to Ireland several years ago, I was fascinated to discover doors that were very old; some restored to a bright new gloss, others left to nobly bear the ravages of time. They are all beautiful to my eyes...






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I'm posting a few of my favourites here and linking them to Mary's meme. For more such photos, do stop by the following link...
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Thursday, January 6, 2011

With my post-Christmas brain in recovery mode, I chose an old poem for Poet's United Thursday Think Tank. This piece seems appropriate for today's prompt of 'observation'....I like few things better than watching as the world stirs itself to begin a new day...

Frost in stillness lies...

moon gives way to morning’s light...

silent comes the day.
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For more poems about observing the world, check out the link below...
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Saturday, January 1, 2011

A New Year

A new year is upon us. I always feel uplifted at this point, unable to contain my excitement at the promise of new beginnings, the chance to start fresh and do better. I've neatly filled in birthdays on my calendar, and picked out the paint for that bathroom I meant to redo last year, (and the year before). Time will no longer get away from me! Ever the optimist, I know this year will be the one when I finish up old projects, explore new ones and finally get published. A world of possibility lies ahead...I grab hold of that anticipation and run with it! I hope the same sense of hope fills your heart.
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Given the busyness of the holiday season, and an adverse reaction to new medication, I have been remiss in keeping my blog up-to-date. My first resolution is to rectify that, to keep my page fresh and to visit each and every one of you regularly.
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Have a wonderful and inspiring New Year, my dear friends...
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The photo above was taken at Van Dusen Gardens in Vancouver, B.C., where we have our annual Boxing Day dinner. The trees reflected in the pool just begged to have their picture taken.
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I'm linking this post to Weekend Reflections at the link below. Do stop by to see many glorious pictures....
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Monday, December 20, 2010

Charge, Please!

With Christmas Day almost upon us, I thought to reprise an article I wrote for a White Rock magazine some years ago.

I am chagrined to note that not much in my approach to the holiday season seems to have changed!

.............................. Charge, Please! .............................


On my list of thing to do, Christmas shopping rates below scrubbing toilets and above gutting fish. It's not that I dislike giving gifts...nor am I immune to the spirit of the season. Christmas morning never fails to find me dewy-eyed with emotion. Dewey-eyed is usually the best I can manage; by then I've shed enough tears to completely wash away the pier at White Rock!

The odd thing is that I manage to forget this from year to year. Seduced by light-bedecked trees and a chorus of carols in the background, I plunge willingly and wistfully into the shopping mall. With a long, generous list in hand and a heart full of good intentions, I convince myself that this will be the perfect Christmas; this will be the year I make everyone's dreams come true.

The good intentions do not last long, and the list grows no shorter in spite of the rate at which my wallet empties. Nothing has prepared me for the prices. I make a valiant effort to resist, but all too soon I'm choking out those ruinous words, "Charge, please!". There is no turning back now.

My undoing is that I may be the only 40-year-old woman who still believes in Santa Claus. To me, he's more than a fat old man who hates to shave and has strange taste in clothes. He makes wishes come true, and in pursuit of that quest, I am his tireless ally.

Even I have my limits, however. Nothing can persuade me to buy a talking toy bear that costs as much as a week's groceries. As I see it, what could he possibly have to say that would be worth giving up Twinkies? More importantly, do I really need another mouth in the house?

For me, the real horror comes when shopping for that most dreaded of the species - the person who has everything. Hours of numbing indecision leave me willing to consider any idea, no matter how bizarre. Perhaps Uncle Bob really does need an engraved brass case to hold his sticks of gum. Maybe cousin Ralph could use a pair of slippers that look like chopped-off bear feet. Desperation tends to cloud good judgment.

Shopping trip follows shopping trip, and as the days count down, I feel the pace speed up alarmingly. Television commercials become longer than the shows; sales are more common than short tempers, and the paper boy is forced to hire an assistant as advertising inserts begin to outweigh the news..

This is when real panic sets in. Stores that have run out of stock keep you dangling with the promise of future orders. Competition becomes fierce for what little is left on the shelves. Even the calmest of shoppers can resort to bared teeth and a warning growl when it comes to a choice between remaining ladylike or getting her little boy what he wants for Christmas. While I have never actually seen blood drawn, I am careful not to go Christmas shopping with people I care about.

Caught up in the momentum, the most important thing I forget from year to year is that when that special morning finally arrives, the amount of effort it took to get there no longer matters. As I exchange gifts with my loved one, what we share goes far beyond the gift itself. We give of ourselves, and out of that giving, a little magic is woven.

Santa and I have pulled it off another year; and even my husband's moaning when the bills begin to pour in does little to dampen my euphoria.

After all, you can't put a price tag on magic!
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Tuesday, December 7, 2010

More Weird Water!


As is normal in the Fall, Vancouver has turned gray, damp and cold. Sunday afternoon found us taking a chilly walk through Surrey's Serpentine Fen.
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Because I was unimpressed with the photos I got, I thought to flip a few and see what happened.

Above at left is the original shot, taken across the river. When I turn it upside down, the sky seems to shimmer with light.


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Mallard Ducks were
lazily swimming up the Serpentine River.

Turning the picture upside down gives me a mirror image of the ducks.





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The Fen is a waterfowl sanctuary, so there are many birds to be seen. Several viewing towers around the property allow one an overview of the area.


The watchtower takes on a whole new look when reflected in the water.








Great Blue Heron,
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This top photo is the flip side of the one below it. I like the ghostly look of the trees, as if a heavy fog was rolling in.












The sun showed itself briefly, and lent colour to the day. I quickly snapped a few photos of stunted posts in the river.


The surreal effect created when flipping this shot over creates confusion...one cannot be sure what one is actually looking at...



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To see more water, click on the link below...I know you'll be glad you did!
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For Weekend Reflections on Friday, click on this link:
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http://newtondailyphoto.blogspot.com/
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Thursday, December 2, 2010

Wired and Weird


In our wired world, where
wily words wield weapons,
weird
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I am linking this post to Poets United Thursday Think Tank, where the prompt for today is 'weird'. For more weird poetry, do check out the following link...
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The photos are a few of my abstract Artist Trading Cards...
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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

World AIDS Day 2010

As today is World AIDS Day, I thought to repost a piece I put on my travel blog some time ago. It is a day to look outside the safe and cozy lives so many of us are fortunate to live....


I wrote this essay for an anthropology course some years ago.

Little has changed for the better and the numbers quoted have escalated drastically...
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An estimated fourteen million orphans throughout Africa live in poverty because AIDS took their parents’ lives; yet the globalization that opened up the world to many, has effectively cut these children off from the help they so desperately need. Without adequate food, health care and education, they cannot change their lives for the better, and stand little chance of survival. For 315 million Africans living on one dollar a day, resources are nearly impossible to access. Brand-name medicines are costly and without them, an entire generation of adults in the childbearing years is losing its fight with AIDS. Those orphaned by this disease must watch one, or both parents die a slow and agonizing death. Grandmothers take in their grandchildren whenever possible, and when the grandmothers die, the eldest child in a family becomes head of the household, looking after younger siblings. Penniless, parentless and forgotten, the orphans of Africa fall into obscurity, their needs unmet by the world, their futures devoid of promise.
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Child-headed families struggle daily to find food and shelter. Attending class is not an option; they cannot afford the mandatory user fees imposed by aid agencies; and even in countries where those fees are waived, the cost of books, supplies, and uniforms remains outside the reach of most. As a result, roughly 44 million children are excluded from primary education in Africa. Those without parents or teachers lose valuable access to the knowledge and tradition normally passed along from one generation to the next, and to the absorption of family and group values that provide children with confidence and a sense of place. World governing agencies agree that education is key to the survival of these vulnerable children; yet funds donated to local governments for use in health and education rarely reach their target. Budget cuts, corruption and mismanagement mean that up to 90 percent of the national budgets in some countries goes toward government salaries, leaving little else to cover the larger demands.
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Education and health care are equally hard-hit by international policies put in place with good intent that still miss their mark. A loan to Africa by a body such as the World Bank often comes with binding conditions. This impacts medical care when severe pay restrictions and hiring policies force many health-care professionals to seek work on other continents. Additionally, AIDS takes not only the lives of Africa’s mothers and fathers, but those of its doctors, nurses and teachers, leaving in its wake a modicum of trained personnel to cope with the millions of families affected by the disease. Mass privatization of resources dictates that only brand-name drugs be used, and patent restrictions prohibit the development of generic medicine that would be a fraction of the cost. Many orphans left behind are themselves HIV-infected: 90 percent of all children with the virus contract it from their mother at birth. A single dose of a drug called nevirapine given to the mother in labour and to the child at birth, along with a Caesarean delivery and formula feeding, lowers the risk of passing on the virus to less than 2 per cent. Even if the drug was more affordable, limited access to health facilities means that 700,000 African children are still born infected each year to potentially become the next generation leaving its orphans behind.
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The African continent has serious economic and social issues to address. Eradicating AIDS remains its main challenge, because while this disease continues to spread uncontrolled, it compromises every other aspect of development. Following decades of colonialism, sub-Saharan countries struggle to take their place among the family of democratic nations. Debt, corruption, and tyranny have left much of the continent crippled with overwhelming debt. Resources generated by global governance are often mismanaged, rarely translating into improved infrastructure or technological development that would facilitate Africa’s move toward self-sufficiency. In the midst of widespread machination, the plight of AIDS orphans escapes notice.
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Tucked away in villages far from main roads, bereft at the loss of parents and grandparents, families of small children are malnourished, lonely and afraid. Their needs appear simple; yet remain well beyond any chance of attainment. As well as education and health care, providing basic resources like water, nutrition, sanitation, and instruction on the tending of small crops would drastically improve the lot of these youngsters and offer them the chance of a future. Most African countries do not have a tradition of orphanages in the Western sense we have come to understand. Family and community once formed a safety net to care for orphaned children, but AIDS has ripped away this net and destroyed village life, as it was known. We must make constructive resources available to these children if they are to build new communities, forge lasting connections, and develop the means to get on with their lives.
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Twenty-five years into the pandemic that has ravaged the African continent, there is still no master plan in place to help its orphans, in spite of global efforts to improve finance, health care and education. The chaos created by this disease has gone on so long that the original orphans are now adults, who risk the same fate as their parents because they lack information and services that would help them to make safe choices. For children orphaned by AIDS, schooling is vital. Beyond its traditional role, a school is a centre for immunization, for meal programs, and for much-needed education on HIV/AIDS. Without primary education, children cannot go on to university or acquire the trade skills needed to support themselves as adults. The wealth of creativity, intelligence and innovation these resourceful young people might contribute is beyond measure; tapping that potential may be the best tool in reshaping the future of their continent and the upcoming generations who will inherit its problems.
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Stephen Lewis tells us pointedly...“Allowing world economic problems to be taken out on the growing minds and bodies of young children is the antithesis of all civilized behaviour” and “it shames and diminishes us all”.
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Africa is a continent wherein children are raising children. If the world has become a global village, these are our children in this new extended family, and they need our help to learn to help themselves. Their lives are in our hands now; we cannot, and must not, let them down.
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