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 KNOW RIGHT FROM THE START THAT JOKERS IS NOT MY KIND OF BAR. The…
RUN. RUN. When we ran in Monrovia in among the shacks, trampling the earth and…
There is someone in the kitchen. It’s a young man of medium height. His name…
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MONIQUE, THE WOMAN WHO HATED (AND LOVED) GUINEA CONAKRY, had allowed another truce with this…
“I have typhus, not today.” “Cool, come and watch the match then.” The first message…
For those who have lived and worked in Liberia, or for those who are doing…
Why Nobody Knows When He Will Die is a book that consists of ten stories…
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COME, COME IN. WELCOME TO MY HOME ON UN DRIVE. This salmon coloured sofa is what I most like about my lounge, as well as the granite bar in my kitchen that…
Being born black can be very hard, and while there are quite a few nuances, different levels and social classes within the black world, the difficulty of progressing always seems to be…
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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VICTOR, ANESA AND I TAKE UP THE CENTRE OF THE ROOM AT BLACK AND WHITE FORMING A TRIANGLE. We start dancing with energy. Here, in Buchanan, in Black and White you have…
At first we did not talk. Never ever. Not even whenever I’d set foot in his motley Nissan Sunny, which was attempting to be yellow and I’d make some friendly, open comment.…
