I’m Carlos Battaglini and I left everything to become a writer. Here you will find posts about my curious life in Liberia and other African countries. It is also where I immerse myself in the burning light of African literature through brutally honest book reviews. Welcome to your home and thanks for joining me on this adventure.
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They say that nobody ever saw that Spanish woman who worked for the embassy again.…
I SLEEP IN GBENEQUELLEH IN A TINY ROOM with no mosquito net, hoping malaria in Liberia…
As we return to the car, I share with Fred and Alex what Kapuscinski once…
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“We are going out tonight,” says François as he grabs onto my arm at the…
CONSISTENT WITH THE IDEA THAT HUMAN BEINGS ARE ANIMALS who usually have dinner at night,…
Another aspect that did not convince me in Heart of Darkness is the fact that…
Doe’s government had never been stable and had always run the risk of being overthrown…
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The word Party encapsulates the meaning of the universe. The idea of a party offers an opportunity to escape from the powerful and dictatorial god by the name of Routine. When the…
DID CONAKRY EXIST? The time had come to tour the capital city of Guinea Conakry. The city, which on naming it provoked sighs and rolling of the eyes among the people I…
Despite a number of negative consequences, Powers also discovers that these same development projects are…
Things Fall Apart is a classic piece of African literature, and why not, of world…
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I COULD BARELY SEE IT. But, according to Samory, the tall, skinny building rising up behind us had been the Presidential Palace. I turned around and for a fleeting moment I managed…
I run. I run next to a European girl and a Liberian. I keep up because I usually go jogging a few times a week around UN Drive. The Liberian guy also…
