"All I have left of my parents are these letters and one photograph in which they are together. It was taken in the spring of 1961 in Joe's Cafe, perhaps that's where they met. But the cafe is long gone by now and so are my parents, so it's too late to ask them."
When Phil Okwedy, 60, was clearing out his birth mother's house after she passed away ten years ago, he found a stack of letters in the attic which were addressed to her. These letters were from his Nigerian father and almost all of them had been sent by airmail to Wales from Nigeria. Not knowing what to do with them, he packed them away into a cupboard and waited. Working as a primary teacher at the time, it was not until a decade later when he decided to use them for his work as a storyteller.
Wanting to blend his family story with mythology, Phil said he struggled to find stories that resonated. "I think because I've always stood, if not on the outside, but beside the culture that I've grown up in. Welsh but not Welsh, Nigerian but not Nigerian," said Phil, who grew up in rural Pembrokeshire.
