I was on the road before it was light this morning, heading down to Kabwe. As the sun came up, blazing orange in a wispy, pale blue sky, I began to see the demo fields planted by the seed manufacturers that we're driving by. The maize in its furrows is brown and crisp, hanging limp in defeat. This green drought has left such a huge mark. And it's not just affecting Zambia. The whole of sub-Sharan Africa is feeling it. In Swaziland, food prices have increased 60%, and in Malawi it's up to 73%. Take a moment and imagine if your weekly shop at the grocery store had increased that much. How long could you hold out? What would you have to give up to make sure there was food on the table? 

I see a boy walking alone by the side of the road, his thin arms wrapped around his waist in an attempt to keep his body heat in. His gaze catches mine as we drive past, and I want to be able to stop; to ask his name and whether there's anyone that knows where he is, or cares. 

I spend my day in meetings, talking about the communities in Kabwe we support, and more than 600 children that that represents. But I'm still thinking about that one little boy in the green shorts that I saw this morning. The difference between him and the children I spent my day focusing on is that someone does know their names. They have Care Workers who give of themselves to provide parental care to the most vulnerable children in their community. 

But these communities are suffering under the drought too. Food prices are increasing here, and some of our communities are likely to be without any accessible source of water within the 5 months. 

Please don't just disregard all of this because it's happening thousands of miles away from your front door. Listen to what's happening in other countries, and check out Hands at Work for ways in which you can get involved.