...Eventually one evening, my sister Meg came from the East. It was around Christmas time, because she brought Christmas cards and gifts from my mother for everyone.
I missed my mother the more.
But my sister Meg said not to worry, that I would see my mother very soon, but that I should not tell anyone she said so, after I heard her talking with my father, and he was sounding angry.
The next day, she came to visit me in school, and bought me things.
The third day, she came to the school very early and took me away, with my brother Sunny.
We eventually got to a motor park and entered a vehicle and my sister Meg said we were going to see my mother. I was happy, but asked if my father was coming as well.
Well, my father did not come with us.
Again, I slept most of the way. I do not remember much of what happened on the way.
I however remember when we got to River Niger again, because my sister Meg woke me up, to look at the river from the bridge. There was a bridge this time.
I remember it was night.
The bridge seemed to stretch endlessly, as the vehicle drove through it.
The bridge was very beautiful, and the journey over it was smooth. We did not have to go on a ferry this time.
I was very sad when I heard later, as the war went on, that that beautiful bridge that made it easy for people to travel across the River Niger from Onitsha to Asaba, had been blown-up, and destroyed because of war...
----BIAFRA:LEST WE FORGET!
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