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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“We are going out tonight,” says François as he grabs onto my arm at the…
I run. I run next to a European girl and a Liberian. I keep up…
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“GUINEA? WHY GUINEA? Why would you complicate your life?” the Lebanese landlord asked me, frowning…
WHY AM I SAYING ON EDGE IF EVERYTHING IS CALM IN LIBERIA? IS EVERYTHING CALM…
Blue Clay People tells the story of William Powers, a North American aid worker in…
Things Fall Apart is a novel that narrates the story of Okonkwo, an Igbo farmer…
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He always starts talking at about quarter past or half past seven in the middle of UN Drive. Actually, he doesn’t talk, but rather screams, shouts, and quite often sings. I listen…
I SLEEP IN GBENEQUELLEH IN A TINY ROOM with no mosquito net, hoping malaria in Liberia doesn’t recognise me. Deep into the night, an overwhelming silence alternates with the roar of generators. I…
The Beautyful ones are not yet born by Ayi-Kweih-Armah is a novel that tells the story of…
Being born black can be very hard, and while there are quite a few nuances,…
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“BECAUSE IF NOT, I’LL DIE”. Sitting at a round, plastic table. We drink some Club Beers. Our pupils dilate and take on the form of small sugared ovals. That go up and…
WHAT SHOULD I CALL IT? Jungle? Rainforest? Forest? Wilderness? Luxuriant foliage? There is definitely no word that can precisely define where I am heading to in Liberia. Countryside could be an option,…
