- Written by Samuel Justis Vance
So there I was. It was 1967 and I was eyeball-to-eyeball with my black-and-white TV. As I watched, a group of very distressed Africans stared back at me. It was the start of civil war in Nigeria.
The nation of Biafra had been born, and all hell was about to break loose as members of the Igbo tribe waged a doomed war for independence. Each year things got worse.