Enugu in February 1970 was still covered by the dusty winds of harmattan that come every December. These harmattan winds carry the scratchy scent of the Sahara, swirling dust that coats everything…
Enugu in February 1970 was still covered by the dusty winds of harmattan that come every December. These harmattan winds carry the scratchy scent of the Sahara, swirling dust that coats everything…