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I spent nine years in the bush, watching NGOs raise millions for “empowerment” while I sat in a humid warehouse waiting for a single truck …

I spent nine years in South Sudan and the DRC watching people mistake “awareness” for “impact.” I’ve seen editors get blinded by sweeping, sweeping narratives …

I remember sitting in a humid transit office outside Goma, staring at a stack of casualty reports that felt more like death warrants than data. …

I’ve sat through enough three-day security seminars in Geneva to know that most of the training is pure theater. They hand you a glossy binder …

I spent nine years watching cargo trucks get hijacked in the DRC, and I can tell you that the most expensive armored plating in the …

I once sat in a humid office in Goma, staring at a glossy donor report that claimed we had “successfully reached 5,000 beneficiaries” through a …

I once spent three weeks in a humid warehouse outside Goma, staring at a stack of legal documents that promised “total compliance” while the actual …

I remember sitting in a humid, corrugated metal office in Goma, staring at a stack of reports that were being held back by a regional …

I remember sitting in a humid warehouse outside of Goma, staring at a manifest that claimed we’d dispatched forty crates of antibiotics when, in reality, …