I remember sitting in a humid warehouse outside Goma, staring at a stack of empty crates while a donor in Geneva gave a televised speech …
Reparations Beyond Money


I remember sitting in a humid warehouse outside Goma, staring at a stack of empty crates while a donor in Geneva gave a televised speech …

I spent a decade watching NGOs pour millions into “reconciliation frameworks” that looked great on a glossy annual report but meant nothing to the people …

I remember sitting in a dusty compound outside Goma, listening to a consultant in a crisp linen suit explain the “multi-dimensional frameworks” of peacebuilding. He …

I’ve sat in enough humid conference rooms in Goma and Juba to know that most diplomats treat a peace treaty like a sacred text rather …

I remember sitting in a dusty transit office outside Goma, staring at a stack of UN resolutions that looked more like fiction than policy. Everyone …

I spent a decade watching politicians debate the nuances of diplomacy in air-conditioned rooms, while I was sitting in a dusty compound in Goma, staring …

I spent most of my twenties sitting in the back of dusty Toyota Land Cruisers, watching cargo move through checkpoints where the only thing that …

I remember sitting in a humid warehouse outside Goma, staring at a stack of legal briefs that seemed more interested in the philosophy of war …

I remember sitting in a dusty office in Goma, staring at a stack of requisition forms while the radio hummed with news of a nearby …

I remember sitting in a humid warehouse outside Goma, staring at a stack of waybills that didn’t add up, while a radio announcer in Geneva …