Everyday, 20,000 people die of preventable diseases - 15,000 of those people die in Africa. We know this. We study it, analyze it and each do our small part to cost-effectively fight killers such as tuberculosis, HIV, malaria and diarrhea.
These numbers are harrowing.
Chances are the pictures you have seen are even more heart-wrenching. But no matter how many documentaries you watch, speakers you hear or books you read, the magnitude of these issues - the human suffering and apathetic approach of the world's wealthy - is not adequately felt, unless you travel.
I read books by Jeff Sachs and Paul Farmer, but until I was able to smell, hear, taste, touch and see someone lying in his bed in a mud hut dying of malaria (when a mosquito net costs less than $1), the gravity of these issues did not add up.
This summer I lived in Nairobi, Kenya, and worked for a nongovernmental organization named Carolina for Kibera Inc., which is housed in the University Center for International Studies.
CFK works within Kibera, the largest slum in East Africa situated in the shadow of the Nairobi skyline. Nairobi is home to approximately three million people, half of whom live in shanty towns.
In Kibera, roughly 700,000 people live within an area the size of Central Park. These are the people who die of preventable diseases and don't make it to our nightly news.
"Man!" I thought before leaving, "Half the population is under 15 and 80 percent of people ages 16 to 30 are unemployed." I was told it's unsafe to be outside after dark. In my youthful naivete, I was prepared for the worst.
Soon after arriving, I realized that once charts and figures become faces and friends, you can't just read the final chapter and sigh.