Aid

I once sat in a humid office in Goma, staring at a spreadsheet that claimed we had “successfully disbursed” local stipends to a community health …

I remember sitting in a humid, corrugated metal office in Goma, staring at a thick stack of “standardized regional compensation frameworks” that had just been …

I remember sitting in a dusty compound outside Goma, staring at a manifest for three tons of imported grain while the local vendor across the …

I remember sitting in a dusty compound outside Goma, watching a group of local elders stare at a fleet of white Land Cruisers that had …

I once sat in a humid warehouse outside Goma, staring at a stack of manifests that didn’t match the reality on the ground. The NGOs …

I remember standing in a dust-choked yard outside Goma, watching a driver argue with a warehouse manager over a stack of damaged crates. The manager …

I remember sitting in a humid, corrugated metal office outside Goma, staring at a stack of glossy brochures that promised “seamless transitions” and “holistic reintegration” …

I spent nine years watching NGOs spend millions on “awareness campaigns” and glossy brochures that explain, in excruciatingly polite detail, how refugee status is determined. …

People love to talk about the “humanitarian spirit” and the emotional weight of bringing loved ones together, but if you ask me, that’s just noise. …