Dear Mom, I’m in Monrovia

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This is a follow up to the very popular post I wrote entitled “Dear Mom, I’m in Colombia” last March.

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Dear Mother,

I’m in Monrovia, Liberia.

I know these letters must drive you mad.  I’m sure that in reading the titles of my many messages you almost expect them to be followed with I need money so they’ll release me.  I’m sure that you often wonder why I travel to places like this?  And I swear, sometimes I do as well.  I seem to have taken things up a notch of late too haven’t I?  I went from travelling places like Colombia and Bolivia to covering places like Liberia and Haiti.  I’d be lying if I said I didn’t question myself for travelling to these types of places on occasion as I’m sure you do.  And I think I’m writing this to explain it to myself as much as I am to you.

You see, mother, I think that I travel to these troubled states of the world in hopes of proving that I travel for something bigger, something more important, and something more selfless than simply the ability to post photos on facebook of my various “offices” around the world as bragging points to boost my self-esteem.  I like to think that I travel to these places because of lessons you taught me when I was young.

As kids, we were always taught not to judge someone by the stories told of them, but by the person we get to know for ourselves.  We were taught that everyone deserves a chance, and that everyone deserves our respect.  We were taught to judge someone not by their past, but by their present.  And most of all, we were taught that everyone deserves forgiveness and a second chance.  And you see mom, I have been travelling the world hoping to encourage others to give these places, and their people, a second chance.  Because even though the stories of their brutal pasts may be true, they deserve a second chance, and we as a global society are very unforgiving.

Earlier today, when I got to the front of the line at Liberian Immigration, the official asked me which organization I was with.  I told him I was a tourist, to which I received roaring laughter from anyone within an ear shot.

“Well my friend,” he replied while keeping a straight face. “You may be the first tourist I have ever seen cross this border, but I’m glad you’re giving us a chance.”

How I arrived in Monrovia… on a moto

I stuffed myself into a taxi with 8 other people. We shared joking conversation, talk of politics and of family.  As usual, the vexing question was always “what are you doing here?”  As I explained my journalistic goal of showing the world the realities of a destination and not just the sexy stories of war and strife, they thanked me profusely, and I’d be lying if I didn’t feel a bit of a sense of duty to these people.

You see mom, West Africa hasn’t had it easy through modern history.  They were pillaged during the age of slavery, exploited during the age of colonialism, and over the past couple decades of independence have been engulfed in war, corruption and poor governance.    The fact of the matter is you’ve probably never heard a positive story come out of the region since, well, ever.  It’s a shame really.  It’s bad enough that this region has gone through what it has – mostly at the hands of foreign influence – but now it also suffers from the continual trend of sob stories which carve away at its integrity.  As a whole, the world sees West Africa as a pariah of disorganization and chaos; and of all places Liberia is the most contagious leper. 

But you know what, I’ve found more often than not when I travel to places like this, I learn not only are the realities different than we imagine them, but there is also a lot our own society can learn as well.

Regardless of its past, and the fact that many of the buildings in downtown Monrovia remain war-charred to this day, Liberia is not that dangerous place where the streets are occasionally graced with trucks holding masses of gun wielding youth.  It is not a scene from the movie “Lord of War“.  And although it might have been all those things once, I don’t care what it was, I care what it is.  What I’ve met in Liberia is a welcoming community, a great sense of humour, and a resilient people not willing to let the past affect their present.

So mom, although I know you worry about me often, I hope you know that you don’t have to.  The world isn’t as scary as it’s made out to be on the television.  And despite the fact that I might be able to sound brave by telling you it’s rough and dangerous, but I’m overcoming it, it’s not like that.  I feel safe on the streets, I feel comfortable in the presence of the locals, and I feel proud of the ability to share the realities of an often maligned world with those who chose to open then eyes along with me.

I believe that people are inherently good, and nothing in my travels has ever appeared to disprove that thought.

Sure, human kind has some wounds.  Like the human body, the world remembers the deepest cuts.  These scars serve as reminders for our negligence and stuggles.  But as difficult as it may be to live with those scars, it might actually be even more difficult to look past them as someone looking on; to see beyond the surface and into the heart.  And believe me mother, the heart of Liberia – the heart of all of West Africa – is kind and it is beautiful.

With lots of love,

Your son,

B.


Author: Brendan van Son

Author: Brendan van Son is a travel writer and photographer from Alberta, Canada. He has visited 6 of the 7 continents and more countries than he has the desire to count. Check out his profile on . for a little bit more about him.

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  1. Thanks for this letter Brendan. I know it’s for your mom but the rest of us enjoy it too. I love the work that Phil has done in West Africa and glad that it is getting more exposure from someone like you. These places, as tough as they can be, are really about the people and culture. I hope you get experience some of that and share it with others. There’s more to West Africa than wars, poverty, and corrupt politics. These are the stories that need to be told.

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    • Jeremy – You’re kind of like a mother to me. haha. I’m glad you liked the article, and I’m glad I’ve been given the chance to expose this place to the world.

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  2. This post almost makes me want to cry. My first exposure to Africa was when I was in college writing a paper on HIV and Aids. I had the opportunity to interview a pastor from Zambia. As the tape recorder rolled, he said something I will never forget. ¨People always describe Africa as the ¨Dark Continent,¨ but Africa is a continent of light. A year later I had the honor of visiting his home and discovering myself a beautiful and joyous people. Keep sharing their stories!

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    • Don’t cry Mariah – Yes, I hate the term dark continent. And if I hear someone say TIA again I’m going to be the one crying not you haha.

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  3. Just like with your Colombia letter, I’m gonna share this with my Mom. Thanks for writing to all of our mothers.

    (Although, upon reading this, it will probably also give my Ma a sense of relief that I am not near as adventurous as you!)

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    • Dalene – You keep stealing my letters I’m going to have to know you down a couple points on the Top 100 ;)

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  4. Awesome post man, love the part about the Liberian officials reaction to you saying you’re a tourist!

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    • Thanks Ash. It’s always fun going into a country where they don’t expect to see you.

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  5. Thanks for this post Brendan! I have shared it with the West Africa Discovery community on facebook. Your analogies couldn’t be closer to the truth and it seems like you have found the true essence of West Africa in your words.

    This letter will appeal to all those who have stayed enough time in WA to uncover the truth behind the veil of misconceptions! Keep up the great work you are doing.

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    • Thanks Thomas – It really is an incredible place with a great sense of community isn’t it?

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  6. Thanks brendan for sharing your imrpessions with us. I will be in West Africa soon, and I feel your fears and wonder. Thanks for inspiring!
    Good luck!
    manu

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    • Thanks Emanuela – The truth is I felt much more threatened and worried while travelling in South and Central America. Things are surprising tame here, and the people look after foreigners in a very wonderful way.

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  7. Hey Brendan,

    I’m still waiting for my “Dear Dad” letter.

    Great post by the way. I’m proud of you!

    Love Dad

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