Before long, we arrived at our house, the one that belonged to Nnanyi John Nkwerre.
My mother was apparently weeping before we arrived, but as someone exclaimed our names, she rushed out with others in the house with her following.
She held both of us together so tight, that I was hurting a bit.
She then started singing, praising God and dancing. It then became a free for all singing and dancing.
As we got into our sitting room, with everyone singing and dancing, almost as suddenly as she took up singing, she sank to the floor weeping uncontrollably.
Eventually, we got to know that with our arrival, it remained my sister Meg, for all of us to be complete. She was weeping believing that she must have been killed.
My mother, grandparents and other siblings had all returned to Omoba as well, after having to run away from the town to villages close to Mbawsi, as fighting got into the town, which was eventually captured by Federal troops.
Apart from my sister Meg, one of my uncle’s, Dede Young, Da Gold’s elder brother had also not returned. So she was weeping for the two of them.
By this time, someone had gone through the common fence at the back of the house, to tell my grandparents that we had returned.
My grandmother appeared dancing but shedding tears.
My grandfather soon appeared, and they started to console my mother, telling her that the same God that brought me and my brother Sunny back safely would also bring my sister Meg and my uncle back.
My grandfather then started to sing thanking God, he eventually prayed for us all.
All of us, Big Daddy, my brother Sunny, Bj’s Daddy, myself, Erinma’s Daddy, Ada’s Daddy, my uncle Chidi, my aunty Gloria and my grandparents were all present. We had survived that terrible war.
Some days later, we were all at home one evening, when my sister Meg also walked in...
----BIAFRA:LEST WE FORGET!
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