Next to the warehouse was the house Kwesi was looking for. It had a small, walled compound that looked as though it were slowly sinking

The journey out of the Guinean wilderness was a true test of human endurance. For over twenty agonising hours, Kwesi, the elderly merchant, the mother

A heavy, mud-caked boot struck Kwesi in the ribs, knocking him sideways into the thick mire. “You! Empty your pockets!” the bandit leader barked. Kwesi

Lola was not so much a town as it was a muddy scar carved into the edge of the immense, suffocating Guinean rainforest. The air