Sense Of Place
The woman Who Loved Me I grew up in West Africa, in a small Liberian village, owned by my grandmother during the early 70s, - (that’s before I was born) the 80s, and up to the 90s. Interestingly, this little village was only four miles from the city. Buchanan, as it was called, has become an industrial giant, rapidly growing in every area. There were lots of businesses, and investors, and countless supermarkets and stores, and pave roads, and beautiful beaches, including electricity, running water and telephone lines for easy access. During the early 80s, the city saw huge increase in immigration, majority of them were Lebanese merchants, and American investors, and Indian physicians. People came from the neighboring countries, too to enjoy our wealth and the U.S dollars which was then the legal currency. The I...