ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF MONROVIA, LIBERIA. IN THE MIDDLE OF DEPRIVATION AND AN IMMORTAL ENERGY,…
Ingrid still had not recovered and she was lying down, her body paralysed into a…
“THE SWEDES ARE WAITING FOR YOU IN THE PARKING LOT,” said an early morning voice…
WHY AM I SAYING ON EDGE IF EVERYTHING IS CALM IN LIBERIA? IS EVERYTHING CALM…
AT FIRST I THOUGHT THAT THE BODY THAT LAY THERE MUST BE THAT WOMAN WHO…
CONSISTENT WITH THE IDEA THAT HUMAN BEINGS ARE ANIMALS who usually have dinner at night,…
The African Child is not strictly speaking a novel, but rather an autobiography of a…
ONE DAY MORE In LIBERIA (ONE DAY LESS…) I am exhausted as I start to…
I GENTLY WALK INTO THE MINISTRY OF LAND, MINES AND ENERGY in Liberia, but nobody sees…