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In Africa, One Family's Struggle With the Global Food Crisis
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Amelie, who has shiny skin not yet wrinkled by harsh village life, said she'd like to be in school. She'd like to be a nurse one day. But for the moment, she said, she just feels "hungry, very hungry, all the time."
"I want my life to be different," she said, "so I can help my mother."
A thunderous downpour began, quickly flooding the courtyard. Bamogo walked through the rain to the little kitchen, where she boiled water and mixed in the last of the cornmeal.
She brought the food back into her dark house, where the family would spend the day waiting out the rain. Bamogo dished out food for her husband, and then her children.
Then she sat, waiting her turn.
With no food or money left in the house, and three months until harvest time, how would she feed her family?
"It's very hard," she said, staring out into the slashing rain. "I'm scared."
