I once visited a small, remote settlement in an African country. The guy who sold cigarettes , canned food and  had a solar panel, so that's where people paid to charge their phones and watched football. The school was run down and closed anyway, because teachers hadn't been paid for more than a year. The health station, where people came to give birth, consisted of three mud huts and a shed, with no electricity (but an amazing health worker). The water pump was the only clean drinking water for several kilometers.
The church and the the priest's house looked like they were teleported directly from Western suburbia.
Priorities. They show what people are really made of.
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