MARCH 23, THIS STORY, FROM EDEN TO ARMAGEDDON: THE TRAGEDY OF THE LIBERIAN CIVIL WAR IS BEING REORGANIZED.
THIS WILL AFFECT YOUR READING IN THE FOLLOWING WAY.
I AM ATTEMPTING TO SEPARATE THE SECTIONS INTO INDIVIDUAL CHAPTERS.
IN THE MEANTIME, THERE WILL BE CHAPTERS APPEARING TWICE BEFORE I CAN DELETE THE UN-NEEDED SECTIONS.
I AM DOING THIS A LITTLE AT A TIME IN ORDER NOT TO LOSE CHAPTERS. I DO NOT WISH TO DELETE SOMETHING UNINTENTIONALLY.
THIS STORY IS SET IN BOLAHUN, LIBERIA, A REAL VILLAGE IN THE KOLAHUN DISTRICT OF LOFA COUNTY.
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HERE ON GALLERY 3, ROW 5, 3RD AND 4TH HOUSE FROM THE LEFT, YOU'LL SEE THE HOUSES WHERE MY MAIN CHARACTERS-DAVID AND LISA LIVE (Peace Corps volunteers lived there before the war,) ELSEWHERE YOU'LL FIND THE REMNANTS OF THE MISSION WHERE MY CHARACTERS TEACH SCHOOL, THE VILLAGE AND CHURCH, AND FINALLY ITS PEOPLE CELEBRATING CHRISTMAS AFTER THEIR DEVASTATING WAR.
WHY DID I LEAVE A COMFORTABLE LIFE IN THE UNITED STATES TO LIVE IN BOLAHUN, WEST AFRICA? HENRY DAVID THOREAU SAID IT BETTER IN HIS WORK WALDEN.
"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and to see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."
IN BOLAHUN I WAS NEEDED. LIKE THOREAU, I WAS LIVING. IN FACT, I KNEW I WAS HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE.
Liberia is almost a secret. An independent republic founded in West Africa in 1847 by freed slaves from the United States, Liberia possesses a unique American imprint while it retains its own awesome African identity.
The Cold War ended in 1989. Warlords now had cheap Soviet surplus weapons. They sent doped-up, school-aged boys into villages with AK-47's to murder and rape at will. After looting Liberia's resources, they put Euros in Swiss banks paid for in Liberian blood.
Where were the journalists? Ignoring Liberia's killing fields but giving us hard-hitting stories about about movie stars.
This is not a war documentary but a love story against the backdrop of Liberia's coming civil was that erupted in 1989. I bring two unlikely Peace Corps Volunteers, David and Lisa, serving in remote Bolahun.
Against all odds David and Lisa fall in love. They love their work and admire the people there.
For David and Lisa, Bolahun for all its hardships it was their Garden of Eden. Every day they shared incredible love there was better than a whole lifetime elsewhere.
Here I invite you to Bolahun, Liberia, my own Peace Corps village. I invite you to shop the Saturday open market, duck when mission Land Rovers splash through through mud puddles in rainy season, and get to know characters inspired by real people there.
David and Sarah stood by long decaying human remains that were barely visible in the thick elephant grass. Bleached skeletons and loose bones rose knee high in places. Jaws remained open but no longer cried out in terror. There bullets once tore brave parents in half as they fell in unsuccessful attempts to protect their children. Some victims had clung together in desperation rather than face life's last horrific seconds alone. Others had stood tall in defiance of certain death. Green mamba snakes crawled in and out of eye sockets. Although years had passed since machine guns forever stamped out their vain cries for mercy, the nauseating stench from the pointless, merciless massacre still overpowered those who came too close.
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From Eden to Armageddon: The Tragedy of the Liberian Civil WarGeneral Fiction
David and Lisa are Peace Corps Volunteers, who can't get along while serving at Holy Cross Mission in Bolahun, Liberia. After she slaps him at Saturday market, they fall in love. But the coming horrific Civil War brings tragedy to them as well.