By Okey Ndibe 
One of the fortunes of
my frequent travels is that I meet fascinating people at different locations,
even when I have no inkling of the possibility of such encounters. In stops in
such cities as Los Angeles, Abuja, San Francisco, Johannesburg, London, Washington,
DC, Houston and Austin, Texas, I have met classmates from my elementary,
secondary school and college days, childhood playmates, former students of
mine, elders who knew my parents before they were married, those who knew me as
a snotty nosed, impish child, and folks with whom I had communicated for years,
by email or telephony.
Last week, I put
out a notice on Facebook and Twitter that I was spending a month in Pittsburgh , PA Nigeria ’s
wittiest and most popular columnists, who is now an academic in Australia Nigeria 
Ndaeyo’s message
was simple: I was not to miss the opportunity, before leaving Pittsburgh ,
of meeting David Koren, an American, who was part of that team of expatriates –
Americans, the British, and Europeans – who, at grave risks to life and limb,
undertook the perilous missions to fly-smuggle relief into Biafra .
He explained that he had flown from Australia 
to Pittsburgh 
Via email, Ndaeyo introduced me to the rescue activist. Mr. Koren and I then
spoke over the phone. I told him I was a child of the Biafran War, and directed
him to a link to my piece titled “My Biafran Eyes,” a series of vignettes based
on my childhood recollections. On reading my essay, he responded, “I read ‘My
Biafran Eyes.’ It was a touching story.”
Last Saturday, Mr.
Koren (accompanied by his wife, Kay) and I met at a bookstore run by the City
of Asylum , the organisation that arranged for my
monthlong fellowship in Pittsburgh 

 
 



