The Biafran Recruiters: A Tale From the Nigerian Civil War

Monday, January 08, 1968. At five o’clock in the morning, Oderah, nearly six years old, had been awake for a while. Sandwiched between Kenko and Bartholomew, on a narrow, handcrafted bamboo mat, he reexamined the ceiling, and stared repeatedly at the blank walls. Where two walls joined, he lowered his gaze, pondering over the Unukwu-Udu Mmiri — a gigantic, wide clay pot containing drinking water — covered on top with a flat plate upon which rested an upside-down cup with no handle.