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Monday, February 16, 2004
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Continued from: Reminiscences (I) - How I remember the East
t the conclusion of primary school it was usual for most pupils to seek admission to secondary schools through the 'entrance exams. It was a feature of life at WTC Practising School Enugu that as each pupil gained admission to a secondary school his/her name would be announced at assembly to the cheers of everybody else. I took a few entrance exams including the one to DMGS Onitsha. I rode up to Onitsha sandwiched in the back seat of the limousine between Sir Louis and Lady Mbanefo who were going to Onitsha to spend the weekend. I was not however to be a Dengramite as in January 1965 I gained admission to Government Secondary School Owerre as a scholarship student. Even the prospect of being a 'Grammarian' at Lagos Anglican Boys Grammar School, my father's alma mater could not be compared to the advantage of going to GSSO. 'Ogssian Varsity' was one of the five government-sponsored secondary schools in Eastern Nigeria at the time. - the others being Government College Umuahia (founded in 1929) and Government Secondary School, Afikpo both of which like Owerre were all boys boarding schools; Queens School Enugu, the only all girls school and Comprehensive High School Port Harcourt, a mixed school.
When I went to Owerre, life was as pleasant as it could be for a boy away from home for the first time. Getting to and from Owerre was no straightforward matter. There was no commercial transport service between Enugu and Owerre as would now be the case. Owerre was only a provincial town. Mother had to hire a taxi, a black Morris Minor 1100 to take me back each term. On one occasion I travelled in the same cab with another pupil from a school in Orlu. She had to take her bed to school as her school did not provide. The taxi had to 'drop' her first and whilst I was helping unload her stuff in Orlu I was unfortunately cut by a piece of metal. I recall the promptitude with which she gave me first aid to stem the bleeding from the laceration on my ankle. This minor incident was illustrative of the kindness I received throughout my stay in the East and even when I returned for NYSC in August 1977. At Owerre I was in Nnamdi Azikiwe House. I remember a school well resourced; we did not take our own beds or other furniture to school. We had facilities for athletics and cricket in the first term, from January to March when it was dry; then football in the second term. Hockey was played in the third term. Boxing was a minority sport. I must confess that whilst I enjoyed cricket I did not excel in any of the sports! Nevertheless the essence of schools like Owerre was to inculcate character and sport was an integral part of the process. The notable sportsmen at Owerre were Edet 'Pele' Okuk, as good a medium pace right hand bowler at cricket as he was a centre forward at football; Egwuawu 'the emperor' who was the school football goalkeeper and the goalkeeper at hockey; '007' Nwokeabia who was at outside left in the school first eleven football team, but who could forget Oluwole Timehin who as hockey right back was impossible to go past earning him the nick name 'Oluwole ikporapo' The school did reasonably well at cricket where Afikpo was perhaps the strongest, but a lot better at football. At hockey however we were to excel sharing the Mbanugo Cup with Afikpo in 1966. Ogssian Varsity will always be remembered for having won the Eastern Nigeria Secondary Schools football competition (Phensic Cup) in 1960, well before my time. Discipline was taken as given and John Garrod the expatriate Principal did not see a need to be overbearing. John Garrod soon retired to his home country and in came SB Ogujawa as Acting Principal. Later he would be replaced by Mr SF Kombo Igbeta. Charles Egegbara, the cricket playing School Captain expected his prefects to keep discipline. Everybody was a mini-gentleman. But the occasional 'bad boy' is a part of every school and as they say 'boys must be boys'. It was the coming of Mr Orji as Vice Principal that raised the tempo of discipline. Not that the standard of discipline was bad but Orji with his sky blue Volkswagen Beetle and pair of glasses perched in the tip of his nose was proactive in his approach to discipline. He knew boys but the boys did not necessarily know Orji well. So Orji was always first out for PE on a chilly harmattan morning not for his love of physical exercise but Orji knew to lie in wait for the boys who would be late for PE. However the boys had one redeeming grace. We always knew of Orji's approach because his car with an exhaust that needed fixing sounded like a World war II bomber and always alerted us to his imminent arrival. Orji was a persistent influence - at lights out he was there and it was no effort for Orji to visit New House, Pyke-Knott House, take in Owerre House and School House and yet take a look into Nnamdi Azikiwe and Erekosima Houses all in one night! Apart from Orji the other tutor most feared was Mr Ukut, the Maths teacher transferred from Comprehensive High School, Port Harcourt. Other tutors like Mr and Mrs Utroska, American Peace Corps teachers, Mr Savanathan who taught Physics all took the view that by and large boys must be boys, but discipline was not burdensome or overbearing. Amidst all the sport and cultural activities including the senior and junior literary and debating societies and the occasional visits from girls at Owerre Girls Secondary School or to girls at Egbu Girls Secondary School, the purpose was to learn your books and gain your School Cert! The curriculum was cast in the image of the colonial education system with high standards all-round. Latin, taught by the austere Pius Ezeokeke was on the curriculum side by side with French with emphasis on maths and written and spoken English. No one was allowed to speak vernacular, meaning Igbo mainly but every other Nigerian language was prohibited. At table you were expected to display 'good table manners' and so on. I was happy at Owerre as I had been at Enugu. I made friends and nobody took any blind bit of notice of class, nor ethnicity. In December 1965 my younger sister and brothers and I took a holiday to Lagos travelling the long way round by train to Lagos via Kaduna. We were in Lagos on January 15 when the coup took place. We travelled back same way in January 1966 and arrived to the lull of Enugu. Soon I would return for form two and my younger sister would gain admission to Queen's School Enugu. She was not as fortunate as me to gain a school scholarship but the Eastern Nigeria Ministry of Education decided that any pupil of Eastern Nigeria origin gaining 'distinction' in the First School Leaving Certificate examination would get a scholarship worth £50 per annum. As the school fees then were £60 per annum in those government secondary schools it was a princely sum. But as a 'non'-Easterner my sister would not qualify; not until the brand new Military Governor of Eastern Nigeria, the then Lieutenant Colonel Chukwuemeka Odumegwu-Ojukwu made a counter announcement next day saying that all pupils of Eastern Nigeria origin gaining a distinction would indeed receive their scholarships, but in addition all those of non Eastern Nigeria origin resident and schooling in Eastern Nigeria would receive the same scholarships. Was the coming of the military an advent of the messiahs or would it turn out to be the gathering of the storm clouds? The military coup of January 15 was a sobering experience for all Nigerians and even today remains shrouded in controversy. The pattern of executions created the impression of an Igbo-sponsored coup, which was used to justify the pogrom against Ndigbo in the north of Nigeria but later in July 1966 in Abeokuta and Lagos as well. The history and the details of the coup are too well rehearsed to require recap here except to say that in the second term holidays one could see the widows of Igbo army officers in Enugu where they sheltered with their relations. It was a harrowing time and mother joined the relief effort at Enugu railway station to welcome the survivors from northern Nigeria. I recounted in the earlier article that politics at that time took place amongst the 'big guns'. Those of us the ordinary Nigerians related more or less without political overtones. The coups of 1966 and the repercussions changed all that and from thence Nigeria was not to remain a spiritual whole. The current tensions in the country and the dysfunctionality in the body politic can be pinpointed to have arisen in 1966. For the first time ordinary people were shocked to see themselves under physical threat and even death from erstwhile friends, neighbours and business associates. Early in December 1966 my new Principal at GSSO, Mr (later Chief) SF Kombo-Igbeta would visit Enugu to consult with Ministry of Education officials. He was asked by mum to bring me down to Enugu. I suppose it was the anxiety of a mother; but I returned to Owerre later with Mr Kombo-Igbeta but that was to be my last term at GSSO. It was simply to 'pack and go'. Nobody harassed anybody but the storm clouds were visible and to avoid any actions out of character of Ndigbo the Military Governor advised non-Easterners to leave. I left with my family and all our moveable possessions in a truck (gwongworo to Ndigbo or aganabo to the Yoruba) on December 15 1966 and arrived Lagos the following night. We left Enugu confident that it would blow over quickly, we would soon be back. My younger sister did return in January 1967 because she could not find a secondary school in Lagos but I was fortunate to join the 1967 (form III) set at Government College Ibadan. It was to be 10 years later in December 1976 before I would revisit the East. In the intervening period the war had been fought and a certain normality had returned but the scars of that period would re-order the psyche of the Nigerian nation and people. In order to understand the ongoing crises in Anambra State one must give consideration to the events of 1966. In his article CHRIS UBA & THE FALL OF IGBO CIVILIZATION (www.Nigeriaworld.com, 28 July 2003) Rudolf Okonkwo correctly identifies that in the East as we knew it then, some of the political actors of Anambra today could not feature even as hired helps or verandah boys! The truncation of the established order has resulted in the imposition of nonentities into national reckoning. As a result we have the current morass:
EPILOGUE - In those days there was no king in Israel, but every man did that which was right in his own eyes (Judges 17:6).
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