I have just spent the day down in the big smoke (London), where I attended a Save the Children UK blogging conference. I had a brilliant day I can tell you now, I feel angry, yet inspired, emotional yet excited about the prospect of making a difference.
I meet an array of inspirational people who use the power of their words and their voice to make a difference in the life of a child, here in the Uk and abroad. I learned today that 8m children die needlessly every year. Myself and around 40 other bloggers attended the conference today hoping to make an impact and difference, giving a voice to those who can’t.

No child is born to die, but this unfortunately is not the case as 8m of these children do not make it to the age of 5 years old. This is absolutely tragic, for the developing world and even more still, here in the UK alone over 1.6m children live below the poverty line.
So I hear you ask how you can make a difference, the answer is simple. Create a conversation, get people talking about the issue and make people aware, ask people what they were born to do. All the dreams you have as a small child, may well not have come true just yet but at the very least you have lived to realise that, with a little effort you can make them come true. The reality of 8m children across the world is that they probably will never be old enough to realise their dream and that is tragic.

We with the aid and expertise of the lovely people at Save the Children UK, today realised the dream of making a difference. The difference in being able to campaign for change, campaign to change perceptions and ultimately campaigning to save the lives of innocent children, no child is born to die!
These children deserve a dream just like I have had. I had a childhood. I had an education. I had a good healthcare network behind me. Ultimately,I had a right to life. They deserve it just as much. The only difference is that I was born into a country that had the ability to support me and does so well.
As a child I lived in Lagos, Nigeria. I have seen and experienced extreme poverty at first hand. The image of the small boy above brought back so many memories for me. As a child I remember being confused as to why I had clothes and they didn’t, why these little boys and girls, not that different from me were spending time on the side of the road, and weren’t at school. I found it difficult to understand. I am now more confused but for another reason, why has nothing been done about this situation, why is this still going on, why do these children not have a right to live, a right to dream and a right to grow up to who they want to be?
Should you like to make your voice heard, make your voice count for the children you can find out more by visiting: http://www.savethechildren.org.uk/