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So me and the boys decided to go play football today, seeing how today was a “sit at home” day. The sit at home day is an order given by the Indigenous People of Biafra (IPOB). It’s their way of asking the government to give them the independence they’ve always wanted and seeing how powerful they are down here at the east, they had made it compulsory that we all sit at home today, an order I and my friends had bluntly disobeyed.

We were having the time of our lives on the football field when someone asked what our reaction would be if the men of IPOB walked into the field that moment and tried to apprehend us. Everyone started talking about how they would all run as fast as they could while some laughed about it but as I sat there, I just couldn’t help but think about my days in elementary school, when I lived in one of the most dangerous areas I’ve ever known.

I remember one sunny afternoon in school when we were all in class learning and then suddenly, parents started running into the school and taking their kids home with them before the closing hour. My dad had also come to school to come pick me up and we had both ran like hell.

I had later found out that the king of the community we lived in had died and according to the traditions of those people, seven human heads was required to bury the king. I know this might sound like a huge lie, but majority of the Nigerians who read this will most likely believe me because they must have heard of a tradition related to this one, I’m very sure of that.

I remember running that day like my life depended on it, though it did but I didn’t know at the time. It was just the looks on my dad’s face that made me understand that all wasn’t well and I needed to run and ask questions later.



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It felt like I was just introduced to Nigeria for the very first time. This is like knowing Nigeria from inside.

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