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 LEAVE GBARNGA BEHIND. It hits us that this time we are going for good…
GOAL. Goooal!!!! That was a goooooal !!! Goooooooal!!! The whole Samuel Doe Stadium erupts. It’s…
What is it that’s so important you have to say? Well, here goes. Friends, readers,…
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COME, COME IN. WELCOME TO MY HOME ON UN DRIVE. This salmon coloured sofa is…
THE TELEPHONE IN MY BEDROOM RINGS AT HALF PAST SIX IN THE MORNING. Irritated, I…
Going back to Helene Cooper’s life, it became considerably more complicated when the Liberian civil…
Cooper goes on to express her appreciation for the support and assistance received. Referring to…
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SAMUEL IS THE BOSS. That’s what I realise on the next day from the way they all stare at him when he greets me. One’s eyes can reveal a leader’s terrain. Samuel…
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,…
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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I’ve never had to deal with them. I don’t know what they talk about. I ignore what they like. In meetings, all countries are usually present but them. I have received emails…
BUT LOOK WHO’S THERE. As I walk into the Red Lion I spot Ramon sitting opposite a German donning a dirty and scraggy beard. Only a tiny table separates them, and they…
