I remember sitting in a humid warehouse outside Goma, staring at a stack of high-calorie biscuits that were technically “donated” but were practically useless because …
Tied Aid and Its Cost


I remember sitting in a humid warehouse outside Goma, staring at a stack of high-calorie biscuits that were technically “donated” but were practically useless because …

I remember sitting in a humid warehouse outside Goma, staring at a stack of signed manifests for three dozen trucks that were never going to …

I spent nine years watching NGOs pour millions into “capacity building” workshops that did nothing but burn through donor funds while the actual people on …

I remember sitting in a dusty compound outside Goma, listening to the crackle of a shortwave radio while a UN official read a press release …

I spent nine years in East and Central Africa watching people mistake a well-worded mission statement for actual progress. You’ll see glossy annual reports filled …

I remember standing at a checkpoint outside Goma in 2014, watching a driver try to explain why his cargo of temperature-sensitive vaccines was sitting in …

I spent most of my years in East Africa watching people try to define humanitarian crises with academic jargon and sweeping statistics, but none of …

I spent a decade in the DRC watching people in air-conditioned offices in Geneva debate the nuances of how impact is evaluated, using metrics that …

I once spent three days sitting in a humid, dust-choked warehouse outside Goma, staring at a stack of “verified” impact reports that claimed our medical …

I remember sitting in a dusty office in Goma, staring at a stack of “compliance frameworks” that were thicker than the actual manifest for the …