By 6:30 a.m., the roosters in the yard join together to practice their competitive crowing. I can only assume the category for which they are entering the contest is stamina.
I could not get it together this morning. I wasnâ€™t dressed and out of my room until nearly 11:30 a.m. today â€“ fine for a weekend in Atlanta, but a huge set back to the daily grind in Liberia.
â€œMeet me outside the gate,â€ my friend directs. I step outside of the compound and ease into the heaven that is an air conditioned car. I literally have a few seconds of being in a state of complete euphoria.
Our adventurer continues on with her first trip ever to Liberia. This time, she experiences Red Light Market.
In this next installment of Liberian with an Asterisk, the writer discovers the importance of keeping her hands inside vehicles when riding in Liberia.
Born in Washington, D.C., the writer visits Liberia for the first time. Liberian with an Asterisk is a series that chronicles her “first step towards having my ‘Liberian-ness’ no longer questioned.”