WHEN Mr. Steve Nwosu, in his Frank Talk column of Wednesday, November 11, 2015 in the Daily Sun, wondered if he belonged to Nigeria or Biafra, I felt that the distortion of the actual location of Igboland on the world map had gone too far that something had to be done to correct the misimpression and misrepresentation. Yes, Steve Nwosu is unapologetically Igbo and his wife, Toyin, is Yoruba, but what they both have in common is their citizenship of Nigeria.
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