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I remember sitting in a dusty office in Goma, staring at a glossy brochure that used the word “catastrophe” fourteen times but didn’t mention a …

I remember sitting in a humid, makeshift office in South Sudan, staring at a glossy donor report that claimed “unprecedented mobilization” in response to a …

I spent nine years in South Sudan and the DRC watching people try to turn tragedy into a performance. In the NGO world, you see …

I remember sitting in a humid warehouse outside Goma, staring at a stack of unvetted digital files on a cracked laptop screen. The NGO headquarters …

I spent a decade in South Sudan watching people mistake a well-composed photo for a successful operation. I’ve seen donor reports filled with “inspiring” shots …

I once sat in a humid warehouse in Goma, staring at a glossy fundraising brochure that featured a tearful child looking directly into the lens. …

I once sat in a humid warehouse outside Goma, staring at a stack of colorful brochures sent from a donor headquarters in Geneva. They were …

I remember sitting in a humid warehouse outside Goma in 2012, staring at a stack of pristine, glossy brochures sent from a HQ in Geneva. …

I once spent three days sitting in a dusty Land Cruiser outside a checkpoint in South Sudan, watching a shipment of temperature-sensitive vaccines sit under …