'I must try and show you this
There is a child, I think maybe it's four months old. The doctor says, 'No it's two years old.' It squats on baked mud, a tattered dusty piece of cotton hangs from one shoulder onto its distended stomach. Its face is huge. A two year old face on a four month body.
The eyes are moons of dust and flies caked by tears so big they don't dry until they reach the navel.
The child stares. Between its legs flows a constant stream of diarrhoea. The immediate earth around its legs is damp with it.
I am watching a child die. In total silence and surrounded by its family it eventually begins to s.h.i.t out its own stomach.
I am tired with grief and despair and a consuming rage for humanity.
He dies soon. He just dies. Big deal. A jumble of bones and dry skin, wet eyes, flies and s.h.i.t.'
- Bob Geldof's Diary Notes from Africa re: the Ethiopian famine.