Growing Up Igbo

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This past June marked the fifteenth year since we purchased our family home. That is fifteen revolutions around the sun, an undisputed fact that stupefies me as I contemplate its import. Significant memories have been created, good and bad, at different points during the years, and within the confines of our place. Mom and I are dutiful tenants of a house that doubles as a thread linking aspects of a thriving Igbo community. We take that responsibility…