The Wall

There's a piece of art by Banksy that makes me feel...confused. Sad and happy at the same time. It's a painting of kids on the Israel-West Bank barrier.

In Liberia, I think of all the powerful people hidden behind high walls and wonder if the locals think something special is being kept from them, too. Last week, though, life imitated Banksy at the end of my street in the form of a thick cement wall with a metal door ajar showing a sliver of sand, grey waves and pink sky.

There was nothing else behind that door.

I tried to photograph it but I couldn't do it justice. Sometimes, there really is perfection on the other side of the wall.