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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I COULD BARELY SEE IT. But, according to Samory, the tall, skinny building rising up…
VICTOR, ANESA AND I TAKE UP THE CENTRE OF THE ROOM AT BLACK AND WHITE…
The granite tiles at the Zaventem airport in Brussels are a stranger colour every time…
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I GENTLY WALK INTO THE MINISTRY OF LAND, MINES AND ENERGY in Liberia, but nobody sees…
CAN I SAY SOMETHING? Imagine an airport. Can you think of an airport and feel…
Being born black can be very hard, and while there are quite a few nuances,…
Blue Clay People tells the story of William Powers, a North American aid worker in…
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WE LEAVE GBARNGA BEHIND. It hits us that this time we are going for good and we are suddenly overwhelmed with sadness: the green and red has got under our skin by…
Click, click. We have several photos taken with the people at the organisation and with the whole village. Those photos immortalise a great moment. Then we set off to see the cassava…
Being born black can be very hard, and while there are quite a few nuances,…
The Beautyful ones are not yet born by Ayi-Kweih-Armah is a novel that tells the story of…
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Doe’s government had never been stable and had always run the risk of being overthrown at any time, until the point that there was an attempted coup by Quiwonkpa, Doe’s former friend…
THE WATERFALL DROPS SPECTACULARLY ONTO THE LAKE and can be observed from two wooden hammocks that almost enter the water as if they were airbeds. This is undoubtedly a privileged enclave, where…
