Remembering Kweku Amafegha and the saga of OPL 245, By Osmund Agbo
He smiled, extended his hand and clasped mine firmly. “My name is Kweku,” he said, with the quiet assurance of a man entirely at ease in his own skin. The name struck me as familiar. I was certain I had heard it before,…
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19 Sept 2026, 07:03 WAT · 3 min read
He smiled, extended his hand and clasped mine firmly. “My name is Kweku,” he said, with the quiet assurance of a man entirely at ease in his own skin. The name struck me as familiar. I was certain I had heard it before,…
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