Monrovia, Liberia
At night, Monrovia hums differently. The city does not sleep; it simply waits for current, for rain, for something brighter than the day’s promises. The fans stand still, as if they are guards unable to protect anyone. Refrigerators sigh into silence. Somewhere in the distance, a generator coughs to life, and the sound ripples through the neighborhoods like a tired prayer being repeated by many.
