I remember sitting in a humid office in Goma, staring at a glossy document that claimed a multi-million dollar emergency response was “underway.” The paper …
Reading a Sitrep Critically


I remember sitting in a humid office in Goma, staring at a glossy document that claimed a multi-million dollar emergency response was “underway.” The paper …

I spent a decade watching NGOs pour millions into high-resolution data suites, convinced that seeing a pixelated village from space was the same as helping …

I remember sitting in a humid, corrugated metal office in Goma, staring at a satellite feed that promised “security” while the radio crackled with reports …

I remember sitting in a humid, makeshift office in Goma, staring at a map that looked more like a work of fiction than a logistics …

I remember sitting in a dusty warehouse outside Lilongwe, staring at a mountain of imported maize that had just arrived at a price lower than …

I spent nine years watching people in the NGO sector pour millions into “awareness campaigns” that looked beautiful on a screen but never actually moved …

I remember sitting in a humid, makeshift office in Goma, staring at a printed photo of a collapsed bridge that was supposed to be our …

I remember sitting in a humid corrugated shed outside Goma, staring at a stack of pristine, peer-reviewed papers that claimed a new malaria intervention was …

I once spent three days idling a refrigerated truck outside a border crossing in South Sudan, watching ten tons of temperature-sensitive vaccines slowly expire because …

I spent nine years staring at dusty manifests in South Sudan and the DRC, and if there is one thing I learned, it is that …