Sugar Hill, Monrovia, and the pungent smell of exhaled opium wafts out of the glassless window of a wooden shack. Close by, a young boy sifts through a field of rubbish looking for plastic bottles to re-sell, while behind him another child squats to defecate among the smouldering junk. There are no toilets here – no schools, no jobs and little hope.
“I’ve been living here for 15 years and nothing’s improved,” says Iota Trotman, 35, a trainee mechanic and father of four. Continue reading Free at last?