Meeting the unluckiest woman in Madagascar changed my views on motherhood forever. Despite standing almost 6ft tall, Carolin ducks her eyes when she smiles, shyness getting the better of her. She hides her inner steel. She lost everything because she refused to abandon her children. She is the mother of twins: three sets of twins.
This week, the British Red Cross is launching a long-term recovery programme in the Philippines as the disaster-prone country continues to recover from super-storm Haiyan and braces itself for the onslaught of this year's typhoon season. But as we mark six months since the typhoon hit, many organisations specialising in emergency response are leaving and the levels of support have dwindled, even though the needs remain immense.
We pray that God will help our security forces bring Boko Haram's campaign of hate to a swift end before the whole country is sucked into a religious war.... Nigerians are proud people. We are able to take care of our own problems and often are the first to offer assistance to other African neighbours. But we are desperate and we are fighting for our lives. We cannot let evil triumph.
Ugandan President Yoweri Museveni has been in London this week as the honoured guest of the Commonwealth Business Council. Yet just 10 weeks ago President Museveni made it punishable by life imprisonment to be a lesbian or gay man in his country. Anybody daring even to speak up for the rights of LGBT citizens can now go to jail for seven years.
Nigerians are raging because in the world's largest black populace, we have a government that can no longer guarantee security and is not shame-faced enough to step up to the plate. Our president continues to stew in puerile denials, whilst a part of the country, as big as some as some European nations burns to the ground.
I smelled the decaying bodies in Haiti after the earthquake and I got ill because of the terrible fumes of the dead buried under buildings in Lebanon after the bombings. That was nothing compared to the massacres and violence happening in South Sudan now. I won't go into the details; they're too gory, too much everything.
Twenty years ago I was standing in a mixed race voting line, all of us petrified of what lay ahead and now here we are in a democratic South Africa. As a 50 something year old gay white male that has lived in this country his entire life, I can assure you it has been no bed of roses, and is still not anywhere near one.
Of all the threats to life that people in the developing world face, it is astonishing that the simple act of cooking is one of the greatest dangers of them all. And the scale of the tragedy is enormous; nearly three billion people in the developing world cook food and heat their homes with firewood or charcoal on traditional cookstoves or open fires.
All I know I wanted to build something from and give something to this city. 'Hylas' became the name of my album. It's a story about a boy who's trying to find water on an island and gets seduced by water nymphs. In the end they drown him and he becomes one of them. The nymphs as a metaphor for Berlin, this record became my ode to this wonderful phoenix.