Soldiers shooting in their community. It wasn’t bulldozers that pushed these kids out, it was bullets. Resettled in Port Harcourt, they brought their memories with them. What these children saw, when they close their eyes, they still see.
I was working in TV and radio when a friend told me about Chicoco. All I knew was that hoodlums lived in waterfronts. Now I know how wrong that is, spending my days there making programmes on women’s rights.