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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What is it that’s so important you have to say? Well, here goes. Friends, readers,…
CAN I SAY SOMETHING? Imagine an airport. Can you think of an airport and feel…
HE RAISES HIS HAND. In the middle of the trial, the man with the gold…
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RUN. RUN. When we ran in Monrovia in among the shacks, trampling the earth and…
This is what expats ask each other: “Where are you from?” “How long have you…
Despite a number of negative consequences, Powers also discovers that these same development projects are…
Going back to Helene Cooper’s life, it became considerably more complicated when the Liberian civil…
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THE FOOD TAKES A WHILE TO COME. The food sometimes takes a while to come in Liberia. So instead of having lunch, we keep making our way into Nimba County and head…
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…
Things Fall Apart is a novel that narrates the story of Okonkwo, an Igbo farmer…
For those who have lived and worked in Liberia, or for those who are doing…
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What is it that’s so important you have to say? Well, here goes. Friends, readers, comrades and others, it’s time for me to take off the mask! The time has come for…
ON BRINGING MY HEAD ABOVE THE SURFACE, I DISCOVERED A GIRL WITH DREADLOCKS (the rasta style triumphed on Room Island), a girl in Bob Marley colours, green, yellow, red who slowly sat…
