It’s only a small word, seven letters, but it can be such a powerful one.
My family and myself are going through a pretty tough time at the moment, nothing I’m going to publish for the world to see, but suffice to say there is some real suffering and heartbreak occurring.
This morning I climbed onto the roof of the office here in Nouakchott to have a look around the city, and I saw a woman, presumably a mother, bathing her two children.
In a puddle, on the side of a busy road.
Whilst my problems are still there, they have been put into context.