Onitsha sits on the east bank of the Niger at the point where the bridge crosses, and it has been a trading town since long before that bridge. The Main Market is a city inside the city. In the 1950s and 60s the town produced Onitsha Market Literature — cheap pamphlets on love and money and how to behave — which is one of the few genuinely popular literary movements the continent has had.
The clay is dug, crushed, soaked, and then built up by hand — no wheel — into a pot that will hold water and keep it cool by sweating through its own walls. The whole sequence takes days and is done standing.
Ikpu ite, in sequence: the clay soaked, the body raised, the mouth shaped, the pattern rolled in, and the pots left out to dry. Photographs: Chukwukajustice / Wikimedia Commons (CC BY-SA 4.0)
She is right that it is not enough, and she is right that it is the argument. There is no obvious commercial future here that does not route through the decorative market, which pays better and makes something other than a water pot.