When Liberian Child Soldiers Grow Up by Clair MacDougall

Mary Goll is asleep in a white plastic chair. Around her, in the modest bar by the sea that she owns, the sandy ground is flecked with cigarette butts and shiny cracker wrappers glinting in the dull morning light. Plastic bags that once held white rice have been stitched up to cover parts of the shambolic structure, made from odd corrugated zinc plates and bits of chicken wire. Farther up the beach a cluster of canoes lie face-down by the water as if asleep. Mary’s bar—known as Ma Mary's—resembles a makeshift vessel that, carrying a motley crew and cargo, has crashed onto the shoreline and is slowly falling apart.


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