On arrival, I began my initiation into what I now call the Owerri Experience. I went to my new guardian’s place of work and trust me, the man is a workaholic. I was well received and taken to the Mr. Bigg’s on Okigwe Road where he ordered a palatable plate of fried rice and chicken for me, yummy. He took me to his place of abode and left me to myself, to familiarize myself with the Owerri atmosphere while he returned to work. In the process of “absorbing” the new lease of life, I made some quite revealing revelations about my host, Oga Henry. He is a married Calabar man who got caught in the whir wind blowing federal workers across the nation. When I went to his toilet to obey the nature’s call that I had suppressed for long, I found several sticks of matches lying around the apartment. I thought him to be like me that throws things around and heaved a sigh of relief thinking I’ve met a perfect match for my rare tendencies of tearing the room apart (I derive ...
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