We land at Roberts International, as the amber-coloured sun floods Monrovia’s western skyline, drawing the last Saturday in May to an end. Every sunset in Liberia is inescapably drama. Bold. Just like the Liberian feminists from medica Liberia who are hos/ng us. The immigrantion officials give us a convivial “you’re welcome”. For black women solo travelers on Zimbabwean passports, habituated to being rudely rejected by other countries, this is an enchan/ng pan-African experience.