Chapter 9: Crazy Flumo Shakes My Hand… and Ankles

A new day did manage to happen, as they always do. Jo Ann and I promised to make it a good one. Her job was to mount a ferocious counter offensive on the bug-a-bugs and cockroaches. Sam was coming early with a broom. My job was to walk the quarter mile to town, buy five […]

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Chapter 8: The Levitating Squat Routine

 “Lots of bug-a-bug and cockroaches,” Sam observed as we peered in at the chaos. Sure enough, our flashlight revealed that the writhing floor was a multitude of three-inch African cockroaches scurrying every which way. The tunnels climbing the walls had been sculpted by termites, or bug-a-bug as the Liberians colorfully named them. The tomb-like odor […]

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Chapter 7: Armies of the Night

Bob and Gerry Branch, friends from training in San Francisco, generously agreed to host our stay in Monrovia. They lived in a second floor apartment that overlooked a busy Monrovia street. It provided a birds-eye view of life in the city. Monrovia was bursting at the seams with young people escaping from rural areas. The […]

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Chapter 6: Liberia… A Nation Born and Nurtured in Paranoia

Liberia was born and nurtured in paranoia. Its birth took place in the United States during the early 1800’s. The number of free black people was growing rapidly in the North. To Yankees, the population explosion was an issue of assimilation and competition. To Southerners it was a dangerous threat. The existence of free blacks encouraged […]

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Chapter 5: Dr. Livingston, I Presume… Roberts Field Liberia

We made it to the right terminal on the right day and at the right time. In fact, our fear of missing the plane insisted we be four hours early. We watched lots of planes take off and land. Finally, we found ourselves flying over a rough Atlantic. To quote Snoopy, “it was a dark […]

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