That Liberian Girl

Growing up in Liberia in the 1980s was, in many ways, like Hakuna Matata (Swahili for no worries). The adults in our lives had a remarkable way of making us feel safe, protected, and carefree, even when the world around us was anything but. Looking back, I realize just how much was happening. There was a coup d’état, an attempted overthrow of the very president who had come to power through one, curfews that sent us rushing indoors before nightfall, and the unmistakable soun

This week, many Liberians reflected on a pivotal chapter in our nation’s history, April 1980. It was only 46 years ago, and countless people who lived through that era are still here to recount it. In April 2026, many took time to remember their loved ones, reflect on the tragedy, and, for some, extend forgiveness. And then, as always, came the callous comments from those who seem incapable of empathy. One of my favorite comedians, Dave Chappelle, once delivered a powerful mo

There’s a Liberian proverb that says, “The river does not flow past its source.” Translation: Never forget where you come from. And me? I’m a real Liberian girl, not the one Michael Jackson was singing about 😄 but one born in Liberia, raised with roots that still ground me today. Even though I grew up in the U.S., some of my richest memories are from Liberia… and guess what? They didn’t cost a thing. We made magic out of nothing. Just imagination, joy, and community. 👣+�