Letter From Saclepea

By Musa Hassan Bility Today, I write not about politics, not about struggle, not about conflict or ambition. Today, I write about something deeper. Something quieter. Something that has lived within me and shaped me without noise. …

A Chance Moment by River Weh By Musa Hassan Bility Last week, life paused for me. It paused in the most unexpected and beautiful way. A lifetime friend, my boyhood companion, Nvasekie K. Konneh, whom we affectionately call…

PROTHET KEY By Musa Hassan Bility Today, I write about Prophet Key and the Supreme Court's recent decision to sentence him to six months' imprisonment. For me, this moment is not merely about one man. It is about…

By Musa Hassan Bility Saclepea feels quiet in the mornings, but my mind has not been silent. Not with what is happening across Liberia right now, the evictions, the tears, the anger, the confusion, and the dangerous arguments that are…

By Musa Hassan Bility This week, Liberia is again debating the age of the President. The debate has grown louder after the State of the Nation Address delivered on Monday, January 26, 2026.  I understand why the conversation is…

By Musa Hassan Bility From Saclepea, I write as a man who has watched hope rise, watched it march, watched it shout, and then watched it quietly disappear into the same old rooms where Liberia’s dreams go to die. This is not ordinary…

By Rep. Musa Hassan Bility There is a kind of arrogance that does not merely offend the ear, it injures the nation. It is the arrogance of power when it forgets its purpose, and the arrogance of corruption when it believes it has become…

By Musa Hassan Bility This letter is to all and sundry, to the people of Liberia, to all government officials, to all public servants, to all patriots of our Republic, and to every citizen who still believes that this country can be…

By Musa Hassan Bility This morning, I write from Saclepea with the quiet emotions that always come when a year ends and another begins. There is something about this season, about the last hours of December and the first breath of…

By Rep. Musa Hassan Bility I am sitting in Saclepea this morning, not because the town is quiet, but because my mind is not. The year is ending, and I can hear Liberia in my thoughts the way you hear rain on a zinc roof. You can pretend…