After a period of a ten year absence the writer Chubundu Onuzo returns to her village in Nigeria. She lives in the United Kingdom and she looks at the things that have changed in her village. Are there any changes? Or is everything still as it used to be? Did modernity and change pass by this village and many other villages?
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