When my mother first handed me a copy of "Things fall Apart" I was 13 and pissed off at her for confisticating my Sweet Valley High addition for the week. But I'll always be grateful to her for introducing me to this mind, who gave me a little bit of Okonkwo's spirit so that in spite of every effort made to strip away the ability from me, I hold my head high - proud of my ancestry.
RIP Tata.
RIP Tata.
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