ZORZOR, Liberia -- For the past several days, I have been working at our field office in this town, about two hours from Voinjama, where I am based. The office is small, and there are no other ex-pats stationed here, so normally I have the office guest house to myself. Not so last night, when the health team attached to our humanitarian organization brought into town a host of my bosses, including our country director ("the big boss lady," as we say here), my own supervisor and two project coordinators. Accompanying them was a British photographer on contract to document one of our ...
MONROVIA, Liberia -- When I accepted a yearlong fellowship as a grants intern with a humanitarian organization in Liberia a year ago, I had high hopes for my return to West Africa. Dreadfully nostalgic for my time as a Peace Corps volunteer -- when every day felt meaningful and interesting and pushed me to my limits -- I told myself I had to get back to Africa. So what if I'm not really interested in grant writing or donor reporting, I told myself. Even if my day job is somewhat mundane, the time I spend out of the office getting to know the culture and people of Liberia will make it all ...
MONROVIA, Liberia -- On Tuesday morning last week, I was making the nine-hour drive to Monrovia to meet up with my boss and have some R&R after two months in Voinjama, the town where I work for a humanitarian organization. As I stared out the window and contemplated the lives of the people around me, I was optimistic. With the rains over and the heat increasing by the day, new houses and buildings are being erected everywhere. Construction, I thought to myself, is a symbol of progress -- a sign that Liberians feel safe and hopeful enough to invest themselves again in their country, just seven ...
Shortly after I arrived in Liberia last autumn -- I am here for a year working for the International Rescue Committee -- my town of Voinjama participated in the international "16 Days of Activism Against Gender Violence." To demonstrate our support for the cause, my co-worker and I assembled along with the locals at the beginning of the march. Were we in for a surprise. Two teenage girls with megaphones started to lead a song about not beating your wife, and the parade started to move. After only a few minutes of the first song, the parade leaders decided to switch to something much more ...
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