By Mommy Emily I’m driving to my in-laws’ farm. It’s after supper and the gravel roads are empty, just like the churches, just like the schools, just like the stores in nearly every town, every city, every region, and every continent. It’s Spring of 2020 and COVID-19 has taken over the world in what World…

I’m the first white to sleep in this village. I lie under a cloud of mosquito net, an open window behind my head and the sound of men’s voices speaking Krio, the hum of ancient men and young boys, cracking nuts and seated on stumps, singing through the screen-less opening. I’m 36 but there are…

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