
More than a billion souls on the planet have no access to electricity, but there aren’t many cities completely bereft of it. Ngambonala is one of them. No wires, no juice. But at night, lustrous lamplight. Wander the streets with you lover on your arm, bathed in the warm yellow glow poured from the windows of preindustrial shops. Carry a gun, though, to protect yourselves from the desperately poor. The good news: you’ll be the only one so armed. Those who attack you will be using machetes, iron bars, and clubs.
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