They lay, several forlorn ethnic groups, over a vast land, while others migrated from unknown regions into the British-crafted Nigeria. But Helen, with a budding pregnancy and a son, suddenly found herself in a grim world when Ferdinand, her husband, was conscripted to fight a fierce civil war when things went awry between the amalgamated groups. Expectedly, Biafra came under heavy crush by the overwhelmingly larger and stronger federal might, bringing life to a nightmare for everybody in the secessionist region. But in one astounding feat, several federal soldiers perished when their troupe ran into a Biafran ambush. To finish the job, vengeful villagers went after the dizzily fleeing survivors and massacred them in cold blood. But when Helen found a wounded federal soldier hidden and imploring for help in the farm where she was eking out a living, then the pain of all that had been meted to Biafra, her unaccounted-for husband, the sub-human condition she had been subjected to which had cost her her pregnancy; she threw a quick glance at the machete in her hand. She didn’t know which to obey … her head or heart?