I was working in Liberia a few months ago. Tens of thousands of people had fled from the Ivory Coast due to an outbreak of violence following a disputed election. One of the border crossing areas was outside a town called Zwedru, which was a 10 hour drive from the Liberian capital Monrovia. It was a bumpy, long and hot drive to Zwedru and then another hour or so to get to Dougee camp.
Construction on the camps for the refugees had begun quickly, and the organisation I work for was responsible for installing water and sanitation systems to provide the newly arrived refugees with not only clean, safe water, but also clean hygiene facilities to prevent the outbreak of disease.
This little guy was obviously hungry and poking around the tents for morsels of food. I don't know whether he was a refugee himself, or a local opportunitic dog, but unfortunately for him the refugees didn't have much food to share and he was shooed off from one tent to the next.
