In our house in Nsukka, the small university town in eastern Nigeria where I grew up, my parents bedroom harboured a cupboard, reached only by standing on a stepladder. In that cupboard lay a battered brown leather satchel, filled with memorabilia from Biafra. I remember Biafran stamps, currency notes and coins, photographs, receipts, letters and a small green hard backed pamphlet: The Ahiara Declaration.
From time to time, under conditions of great secrecy, the satchel would ....Read MORE »
From time to time, under conditions of great secrecy, the satchel would ....Read MORE »
