When Princess Diana died, I was in Makurdi. Sitting on the cold tiles on the floor of my parents bathroom, crying. Yes, I let drama wash over me sometimes.
When Aaliyah died, I was at university and seriously worried about my friend Nkem. Nkem absolutely adored Aaliyah. She dressed like her (wore half top in Gwagwalada), mimed and performed all her songs and dance moves. But for the life of me I cannot remember where I was when Abacha died. Nothing.
I made a podcast about it and researching Abacha and his rule helped fill in gaps. Hopefully it’ll remind you of what that time was like as well. Enjoy.