Itohan had travelled to Juk to retrieve Ebuka’s badly mangled body and returned it to his old parents in their village in Imo State.

A Meal Is a Meal is a journey into the surprising and the bizarre, as well as the tantalising and the delicious.

In fact, on the morning of my birthday, just after we had broken up, I had spent time in the hotel begging someone else to love me and be with me.

But he walked out the door and said he would go, by foot, if necessary, to Afghanistan, to kill the infidels who were bombing Muslim babies in their cribs.

Those hours waiting for her mother to return were spent in a state of inertia; she wouldn’t have been able to say what she had done with the time.

By the time you get this, I will be far away. It is cowardly, I know, but I cannot see your faces and walk away. Please forgive me, knowing that I have gone to make a better life for us all.