War
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68 War W ell, they’ve done it,” my father says. He folds the paper and puts it down on the table. “More tea, darling? Done what?” “Seceded. As of today the Eastern Region wishes to be known as the Republic of Biafra.” He pinches the skin in between his eyebrows. My mother is tipping the teapot but no tea comes out of the spout. “It means war. As sure as eggs is eggs there’s going to be a civil war. It’s just a matter of time.” I read the date on the paper upside down: 30th May, 1967. “Gabriel,” my mother says. ...
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