I was 12 years old at the time. One afternoon my father came rushing home earlier than usual.

"Wife," he shouted to my mother who was out back preparing food; "wife, have you not heard the news?" He was so excited he went rushing through the house. I followed him. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself, a grown man like you rushing around like a small boy? What is it?""Ojukwu has announced the new state of Biafra. We are no longer Nigerians, you hear? We are now Biafrans," he said and smiled. "And what then?" My mother asked. "Woman, don't you know what you are saying? Don't you realize that this is an important day, an historic occasion?"My mother stood up and put her hands on her hips. Her face was streaming from the heat of the fire."Whether we are in Nigeria or we are in Biafra we are almost out firewood," she said. (2 points)

The narrator was 12 years old at the time when their father came rushing home earlier than usual. He was excited and shouted to the narrator's mother, who was out back preparing food, about the news. The news was that Ojukwu had announced the new state of Biafra, and they were no longer Nigerians but Biafrans. The narrator's father was thrilled about this historic occasion, but the mother seemed unfazed and pointed out that regardless of their nationality, they still needed firewood, which they were running out of.