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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