Jamel Egal was born the year it all fell apart. 1991. Somali President Siad Barre was overthrown and anarchy overtook the east African nation of Somalia. Warlords filled the void of a central government as lawlessness reigned and war became the norm.
As we take that last bite of pumpkin pie tonight, let us take a minute to think about the importance of pursuing the goal of feeding those hungry children whose faces haunt us, but more importantly, to give them the tools they need to feed themselves in the future.
When I visited the village of Kalemunyang a few weeks ago, I was astonished by what I saw. Emerging from the barren terrain that dominates the landscape beyond the village was an expanse of green, an oasis of vegetation glistening in the mid-day sun.
If only food and water were as plentiful as the stories of hardship and sadness we've heard the last few days as we've crisscrossed the drought-ravaged region of southern Ethiopia, from Yabello to Negele and back.
Several months ago I came across an article about a refugee camp that profoundly struck me. Dadaab, the largest refugee camp in the world, was declared full occupancy in 2008, but has received between 600 and 1,500 Somali refugees daily since.