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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Did you know that the sea and air conditioning sound quite alike? When I am…
“IT’S IN A STATE, MAN, GREECE IS IN A STATE,” says Frankie, a Liberian, as…
BUT LOOK WHO’S THERE. As I walk into the Red Lion I spot Ramon sitting…
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Now. I walk down the hill of UN Drive towards my house in Mamba Point…
THE WATERFALL DROPS SPECTACULARLY ONTO THE LAKE and can be observed from two wooden hammocks…
Doe’s government had never been stable and had always run the risk of being overthrown…
Why Nobody Knows When He Will Die is a book that consists of ten stories…
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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…
There is someone in the kitchen. It’s a young man of medium height. His name is Anthony and he moves stealthily. As if he were wearing socks instead of shoes. Anthony opens…
Why Nobody Knows When He Will Die is a book that consists of ten stories…
Heart of Darkness narrates the story of a sailor named Marlow, who one day decides…
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For those who have lived and worked in Liberia, or for those who are doing so at present, Blue Clay People will seem very close to home and familiar. Many expats (and…
I GENTLY WALK INTO THE MINISTRY OF LAND, MINES AND ENERGY in Liberia, but nobody sees me. They are all there, but nobody sees me. They are asleep. The secretary, receptionist or whatever…
