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“Mondele!” noted my host pointing to members of my team behind each of the flashlights forming this beautiful constellation, but Congolese villagers do not own lights, flashlights, or any other kind. The absence of light in Congo stands in stark contrast to the illumination of ubiquitous light that bathes us in the west. Upon entering a room, our first unconscious action is the flip of a switch with one habitual motion. This light inaugurates a morning devotional, illuminates a walkway, prevents a wrongful step on the stairs, and adds brilliance to our offices, stores, and streets. We can view entire shimmering American cities from a plane. In contrast, when flying over Congo, one sees an endless sea of darkness.
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