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Don't let charity fatigue stand between you and people in crisis this Easter...

I have been following Eden Riley's trip to Niger this week over at her blog Edenland. She, along with a couple of other writer/bloggers (from Korea and Germany) has been sponsor to go over to Niger and report back on what she witnesses of the food crisis over there.

Today she implored other bloggers to share the word.

I'm not one for joining in big movements like this really, to be honest it makes me feel very self-conscious, but I was moved by what she has written on her blog this week.

So, I thought I'd write something, but then I felt a bit weird about doing that because I really don't know anything about the food crisis over in Niger...

Wondering, where the hell is Niger? Me, too, apparently, it's here!

But, that's the point... Isn't it?

Too many people know nothing about this crisis which according to this Voice of America article is affecting countries right across the Sahel (and no, I'm not actually sure what the Sahel is but I'm going to go ahead and assume it's a region which stretch across North Africa)... I found that article informative, so you might want to read that, too.

I know we're all suffering from charity fatigue, but that can't be the reason we stop acting (I originally wrote 'caring' here, but that wouldn't be fair, I think people care, they're just overwhelmed by all the need). I get at least three phone calls a week from charities. Some I have helped. I've made other donations to charity after conversations with people on Twitter and Facebook. I've raised money shaving my head a couple of times. I have contributed to that anthology I keep flogging (the giveaway is coming on Wednesday, don't forget to sign up!) which raises money for two children's charities...

So, yep, I know the calls for donations are never ending and they seem to disappear into a great void of endless need, BUT every bit you do helps. You have to believe that. I do!

I can't afford to sponsor a child right now. Compared to the children in Niger my children are living in luxury, and yet it feels like we struggle to make ends meet (poverty is terribly relative, isn't it?). So, sponsoring a child is not in the budget, but I have to something!

Remember this guy? Einstein, he was very clever, he taught
us about relativity. Relative to the people of Niger, my
family is incredibly well off!
I'm going to make a donation because the need of the people of Niger is greater than mine. Join me and together we'll make the difference which will not happen without our meagre contributions (believe me, I'm not trying to sound like a sappy 1980s pop song, but no one is going to do our bit for us, they'll do their bit and there will still be a hole where our bit should have been, no kidding)...

Please spread the word and make a donation - charities all over the world are working for this cause, so you don't have to donate to World Vision specifically, you can donate to Oxfam or another charity of your own choosing.

If everyone does something, even if it feels like a drop in the ocean, it WILL make a difference.


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