Their names are ordinary. Names like Herbert, Pearl, Ron, Bryan, Joe, Lola, Winnie, yet their stories
are anything but. Each face comes with a story, a history of tragedy, pain,
fear, and loss. They are the remnant of
a land torn apart by war and disease.
They are the orphans of West Africa.
You wouldn’t know their past by simply looking in their
eyes. They are not filled with tears, but with beams of light. Nor would you gather that some of these
children have suffered a lifetime of sadness in their few short years by watching their actions.
They sing. They dance. They laugh.
They giggle with a joy that the world cannot give and the world surely cannot
take away.
They understand the feelings of abandonment. Some of these little ones were left at the
hospital just hours after their birth, while others, lost their entire
families, their mothers and fathers, sisters
