Communal crises and militancy saw the oil exploration companies scampering for safety, almost bringing the beautiful city of Warri to its knees. But it is near impossible to bring Warri to its knees; this city has a way of using the death knell as a wakeup call, and with swag, it swings back and springs up with shouts of “Warri no dey carry last.” This book is not a work of fiction; everything in it happened and though some of the details may be hazy, I have taken care to avoid embellishment. I hope that in reading this account you remember your own hometown and pay tribute to the place that nurtured you. Noticed an error in this book? Send a mail to flag@okadabooks.com to report it