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 run. I run next to a European girl and a Liberian. I keep up…
At first we did not talk. Never ever. Not even whenever I’d set foot in…
THE GATES WERE CLOSING AT THE POLLING STATION SET UP AT WATERSIDE, BUT WE MANAGED…
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The word Party encapsulates the meaning of the universe. The idea of a party offers…
DID CONAKRY EXIST? The time had come to tour the capital city of Guinea Conakry.…
For those who have lived and worked in Liberia, or for those who are doing…
Being born black can be very hard, and while there are quite a few nuances,…
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IT’S HERE. Rick comes to fetch me in the morning at the Hilltop Hotel in Gbarnga and we get into the Toyota Land Cruiser. Vroom, vroom. We set off for the compound…
ON BRINGING MY HEAD ABOVE THE SURFACE, I DISCOVERED A GIRL WITH DREADLOCKS (the rasta style triumphed on Room Island), a girl in Bob Marley colours, green, yellow, red who slowly sat…
This novel also considers how most utopian dreams of liberation in the recently independent Africa…
The narrator’s voice maintains an objective and firm tone throughout, but on page 130, the…
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WHY AM I SAYING ON EDGE IF EVERYTHING IS CALM IN LIBERIA? IS EVERYTHING CALM IN LIBERIA? Ladies and gentlemen: the moment of truth has arrived. We find ourselves in the decisive…
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…
