Bioko

Of course we drank too much during the crisis. Everyone did. The country was in shreds, tearing itself apart at the seams. Clubs, machetes, widespread rioting, then rumors of a civil war. A familiar story in the postcolonial age, but new to us. We could’ve gone home, Emma and I, but we’d forfeit a bonus at the end of the term, so we stayed. Although we could imagine the worst happening, we were too naive to believe it really would.