Sometimes, when he’s sitting at an Italian restaurant in the United States and the hot garlic breadsticks are flowing and he’s staring into a bottomless bowl of finely spiced pasta, a thought crosses Thomas Awiapo’s mind: I’d rather be back…
Posted on 05 September 2008
Sometimes, when he’s sitting at an Italian restaurant in the United States and the hot garlic breadsticks are flowing and he’s staring into a bottomless bowl of finely spiced pasta, a thought crosses Thomas Awiapo’s mind: I’d rather be back…
Posted on 26 October 2007
In the basement of the Tolbert Hotel, Dickson George sat on the floor, naked and prepared to die.
Opposition fighters had arrived in the city of Robertsport that morning, spreading fear along the way. At the time, anyone the soldiers…
Posted on 25 April 2007
Every night, after a day bent in half weeding her peanut and pepper patch, Aminata Senesie pumps water, bathes her children, and then puts them to bed. Then she gets in with them.
It's a little crowded, but Aminata doesn't mind.…