Chinua Achebe looks back on his troubled relationship with his country.
NIGERIAN nationality was for me and my generation an acquired taste like cheese. Or better still, like ballroom dancing. Not dancing per se, for that came naturally; but this titillating version of slow-slow-quick-quick-slow performed in close body contact with a female against a strange, elusive beat. I found, however, that once I had overcome my initial awkwardness I could do it pretty well.
Perhaps these irreverent ...
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