LIBERIAN LOVING
The next day, we reached my father’s village. Like any Liberian would do after not laying eyes on your relative for years, groups of women jumped from under a hut and ran towards us, one hugged my dad, another lifted me up to her chest. “Ke! dyor gaar ke uh dyu gar whein chaa waa”, a lady told her sisters how my dad and I resembled. Continue Reading
