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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THE GATES WERE CLOSING AT THE POLLING STATION SET UP AT WATERSIDE, BUT WE MANAGED…
The granite tiles at the Zaventem airport in Brussels are a stranger colour every time…
ONE DAY MORE In LIBERIA (ONE DAY LESS…) I am exhausted as I start to…
Africa
I GENTLY WALK INTO THE MINISTRY OF LAND, MINES AND ENERGY in Liberia, but nobody sees…
“We are going out tonight,” says François as he grabs onto my arm at the…
Cooper goes on to express her appreciation for the support and assistance received. Referring to…
Being born black can be very hard, and while there are quite a few nuances,…
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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…
“If you go to Kindia, you know: go up Gangan and go and see my Guinean family”, said Monique, my Belgian friend in Liberia. Despite the fact that Monique had left Guinea…
Things Fall Apart is a classic piece of African literature, and why not, of world…
The African Child is not strictly speaking a novel, but rather an autobiography of a…
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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…
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…
