Kinshasa, 2007. The sprawling, chaotic jumble of streets, shacks, cars, people, animals; the ever-present odour of burning garbage in the humid air; the litany of security restrictions. After working for a month with Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF) in Kinshasa, I confess that I jumped at an unexpected opportunity to transfer to Lubumbashi, D. R. Congo’s second largest city. “Lubum”, as[…]
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