... To my utter relief, it became apparent that our visit to the airport camp had created space for a genuine exchange, and was a source of real hope and much-needed encouragement for an entire community scraping out an existence in the margins … and all too easily forgotten.

... This was my first experience of the raw reality of life in a camp. Pictures are one thing; personally embracing innocent victims of unutterable tragedy is another. 

Unsurprisingly, I was also wrestling with concerns about potential exploitation … drive-by photo-op relief missions … questions about what could really be accomplished given the built-in limitations of our visit. I confess to some inner ambiguity as we stepped from the tinted interiors of our black SUV’s into the blazing African sun.