Author: Osmund Agbo

By Osmund Agbo A fortnight ago while embarking on a condolence visit with a friend who lost his brother, I got sucked into a heated exchange with a couple of friends. Our commute took us to the old road that passes through the iconic Enugwu Ngwo Milken hill. That was the first time in almost three decades that I plied that route. It used to be a death valley that had cut down so many in their primes and upended the lives of a good number of families. Today, the road is neatly paved with needed guardrails, painstakingly installed in…