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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Sometimes we think ahead and this time, before going to the best beach in Buchanan,…
ON BRINGING MY HEAD ABOVE THE SURFACE, I DISCOVERED A GIRL WITH DREADLOCKS (the rasta…
WHAT IS YOUR NAME? It’s true. Every time you meet a Liberian and share a…
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FEAR IN BLACK AND WHITE. Some people have started leaving the bar, forming a scary,…
I hit the streets once again without an umbrella in Liberia and after taking a…
Doe’s government had never been stable and had always run the risk of being overthrown…
Heart of Darkness narrates the story of a sailor named Marlow, who one day decides…
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Now. I walk down the hill of UN Drive towards my house in Mamba Point and I see her. It’s as if the Liberians who are randomly walking around on the street…
SOMETIMES IT HAPPENS. You are walking in the middle of a Liberian road, heading in some direction and a question falls on your head in the form of a guillotine and covered…
Blue Clay People tells the story of William Powers, a North American aid worker in…
Regarding the novel’s title, one wonders why beautyful and not beautiful? It seems probable that…
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It’s the brakes. A steel voice informs me that something is wrong with the brake fluid. My car is not up to it, or perhaps it’s just melancholic. And since then, I…
“THE SWEDES ARE WAITING FOR YOU IN THE PARKING LOT,” said an early morning voice to me in a firm tone. I quickly ran down the stairs and left the building, only…
