In April 2014, at the London Hilton, we gathered to mark the first anniversary of Chinua Achebe’s passing. The room was full of writers, diplomats, and Nigerians who still believed his words could save us. As I closed my address that night, I said something I had never planned: “I am an Ijebu man from the Southwest region of Nigeria, born by a Northern mother at the heart of the Eastern region of Enugu. Therefore, I’m a miniature map of Nigeria.”