What makes people we call our tribe, our tribe?
Do you know how easy it is for an Hausa and an Igbo man to enjoy each other's time and become one tribe for a moment?
The meat I ordered is getting burnt from all the simmering. Atiku, my regular customer is enjoying all sorts of tribal banters with Eze, an Igbo man that is most likely a trader but the type that never owns a shop.
They are joking about Nnamdi Kanu, an escape albino I prefer to call an idiot, who needs to bury his parents at their hometown of Umuahia but is facing all kinds of resistance and freedom to do so because the Nigerian Army declared him an enemy of the state, long time ago.
How dare he talk about Biafra. A nation Britain aided the Nigerians to stifle, a war that ended 50 years ago, a tragedy nobody wants to talk about.
For Kanu though, he is riding the wave of the emotional ties the war has on Biafrans while refusing to die for it, encouraging others to do so on his behalf. Something only an idiot can do.
TO BE CONTINUED