November in the Democratic Republic of Congo's southern region means one thing -- the rains are coming. Storms explode with biblical fury across the land, transforming desiccated bush into lush green forests, and clearing the thick haze of grit that has suffocated the mining provinces for months.
Opinion: Our device-driven lives depend on tragedy in the Democratic Republic of Congo
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