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The Chinua Achebe Foundation Interview Series #32

Nigeria:
A Meeting of the Minds
(Mrs. Oyibo Odinamadu in Conversation with Obi Nwakanma Part 1)

by
The Chinua Achebe Foundation

Mrs. Oyibo Odinamadu,

Chinua Achebe

Prof. Chinua Achebe

 

Mrs. Oyibo odinamadu

Mrs. Oyibo Odinamadu

an icon of politics, civil rights and the women’s movement, made a name for herself as a leader of various women’s organizations and as a public servant in Nigeria. She was especially active in the founding of the National Council for Women Societies (NCWS) and was president of the Eastern Nigeria council from 1958 until she joined active partisan politics in 1978. She was the First National Vice-President of the Unity Party of Nigeria, and contested as the Deputy Gubernatorial candidate for the party in Anambra state. Educated at Lincoln University, Jefferson City, Missouri and at Columbia University, New York, Mrs. Odinamadu worked in the government of Eastern Nigeria, and retired voluntarily from the public service in 1971.  Mrs. Odinamadu talked to Obi Nwakanma in Raleigh, North Carolina, where she was visiting.

 

 

 

About Obi Nwakanma

 

Obi Nwakanma was educated at the Government College Umuahia, and studied at the University of Jos and at Washington University in St. Louis. He has completed work on the biography of the poet Christopher Okigbo. Obi Nwakanma also won the ANA/CADBURY prize for his collection of poems, The Roped Urn in 1996. He has worked as a journalist in Nigeria as Group Literary Editor of the Vanguard and correspondent for Newsweek and for the Nue Zurcher Zeitung. He continues to write a weekly column, “The Orbit” in the Sunday Vanguard. Obi Nwakanma currently teaches Literature of the Black Diaspora at the Saint Louis University, St. Louis, Missouri.

 

 

The Interview

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ON: Can you tell us a something about yourself; give us a broad picture of Oyibo Odinamadu?

 

OO: My maiden name is Oyiboka Ekwulo Akwuba. I am the second daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Ekemezie Akwuba of Awkuzu in Oyi Local Government Area. I am one of nine children in the family. And I did my early education at Awkuzu…

 

ON: What does Oyiboka actually mean?

 

OO: (laughs) My father just appreciated

Mrs. Oyibo Odinamadu

Mrs. Oyibo Odinamadu

modern education and modern enlightenment, and devised that into a name. An acknowledgment, you know…that the new ways of doing things were an improvement over the traditional, in some ways. As I said, I am one of nine children in a family of five girls and four boys. My early education was at home, in Awkuzu. But I also did one year at St. Peter's Central School, Enugu, in 1941, and then went back home to complete my standard six education. Unfortunately, as things were then, families didn’t have enough resources to send every child to school, so my elder sister and I did not have the opportunity to go on to a secondary school or Teacher Training. We settled with teaching at the primary school level.

 

I started teaching in 1943 up until 1946, probably 1947. But during the Christmas holidays of 1946, I met Dr. Nwafor Orizu with my sister. Actually, we were on our way to Onitsha; going from my house to the Abagana junction to get on motor transport to Onitsha. But there was a car coming behind us, and we stood by the roadside, waving; partly in greeting, and partly to ask for a ride. Dr. Orizu stopped; he was with one of his brothers, and they gave us a lift into Onitsha. He told us about his scholarship program, and that was how I eventually got the Nwafor Orizu American Council on African Education scholarship (ACAE). In 1947, I resigned my teaching appointment, went down to Port-Harcourt where he was gathering those he was preparing to send to the US. In June 1948, I traveled to the US for my studies. At the time, you didn’t think about traveling by air. People traveled by Cargo boat, in fact…

 

ON: From Port-Harcourt?

 

OO: From Lagos. It was a first class accommodation…very nice; but it took us one whole month to get from Lagos to New Orleans.

 

ON: One month?

 

OO: Yes. And we stopped at every port. We stopped at Takoradi, at Freetown, and so on, until we got to Dakar. From Dakar it took us twelve days, non-stop - we saw only the sky and water - to New Orleans. That was it. Only a few people, who could afford it, traveled by air; everyone else traveled by boat. Traveling to England was by mail boat; like the Apapa, and the Aureole, that carried the mail. If you wanted to travel via England, you’d go there first, and then catch a second boat to the US. But we decided to travel direct; so we went from Lagos, and it took us twenty-eight days.

 

ON: You saw only sky and water for twenty-eight days!

 

OO: The sky… and, sometimes, for a day or two, land while we sailed from one West African port to another, until we got to Dakar. It took us twelve days to the Port of New Orleans.

 

ON: Your description of seeing only water and the sky reminds me of Charles Johnson’s experience in the novel, The Middle Passage.  The depiction of the movement of Africans across the sea and into slavery; except that in your particular case, in the 1940s, you were going for what was then called the “golden fleece.” Did you ever contemplate the conditions of those captive Africans as you were crossing the Atlantic?

 

OO: Yes! We thought about it, because we had done some history of West

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concerning slavery; about Europeans and missionaries coming into West Africa, and about the settlement of Liberia and Sierra-Leone. And you know the sea could be rough! Very rough! The wind blew the ship this way and that. Some people became very sick, and we began to imagine how the slaves must have suffered. But, you know, our first class accommodation was nothing like the condition of people in the slave ships, where they were packed like sardines and frequently died of suffocation and disease. So, of course, comparisons were drawn; we felt enormous empathy as we ourselves traveled the rough waters. But there were few options, really. Conditions were different in those years.

 

Abroad, we wrote letters, and if you received a reply in three months it was considered fast. Whenever a letter arrived, there was jubilation, and everyone came to hear the news from home; even if it was very stale news (laughs). Yes, that was how we made it. And when I got to the US, since I didn’t have a formal secondary school education, I sat for the GED -- the General Education Development examination, and passed. That was the equivalent of the secondary school certificate that allowed me to continue with my University education. First of all, I attended Clafflin College in South Carolina; I spent one year there, and was then transferred to Lincoln University in Jefferson City, Missouri. It was from there that I graduated, and my major was in History and Sociology. Then I went Columbia University in New York, and did the Master’s in Education -- Social and Philosophical Foundations of Education. When I finished, I just wanted to go home. For the six years I was in the US, I communicated with home only by letter; no telephone, nothing like that.

 

ON: So you were quite anxious to go home?

 

OO: I was very anxious to go home, yes. And it was a big thing, then; everyone wanted to go home. Nowadays, people want to settle down abroad or stay for a long as possible.

 

ON: A paradox, isn’t it? Give us an idea of what it was like to be in the United States as an African student, in the 1940s and early ‘50s.

 

OO: We were the next crop of students after Zik, the Nwafor Orizus, Mbadiwes, Nkrumahs, and so on. Nwafor Orizu arranged my scholarship; mine was the next group of scholars after them. Okala was here when we arrived…the late Professor JBC Okala; he had been in the US for quite sometime when we arrived. At Columbia I took some courses with him; it was a very challenging time. Everything was so new and different, but you had to get used to the society, and carry on with your educational program. Some people were very friendly, and treated you with respect; some treated you with distance. Not all black people were friendly…

 

ON: So you had some resistance even among blacks at the time?

 

OO: Yes, there was some resistance. But that brought us, the African students rather close together. We certainly felt more affinity with each other.

 

ON: How many of your Nigerian contemporaries do you remember as students in the US, at the time?

 

OO: Oh, there were many of us; though, unfortunately some are gone. There was Lebuwa Nwozo, who became a doctor; she’s passed away now.  Agnes Ada Obi was Dr. Nwafor Orizu’s niece. There was also Lily Ada Ulasi, who later worked at Daily Times. There was Ada Mere, who was at UNN; Uzoamaka was the first to die, she was diabetic. And then among the men, there was Chukwuemeka Eboh, from Onitsha who later taught at UNN. Okagbue also taught at UNN. Kanu Orizu was Nwafor-Orizu’s brother; he’s also dead; Alec Njaka, dead…there were so many of them. There was Babs Fafunwa, and the late Sam Ojo, Fafunwa’s very good friend. There was MCK Ajuluchukwu…

 

Life was very

Mrs. Oyibo Odinamadu

Mrs. Oyibo Odinamadu

hard in the US…difficult. All of us had to keep a job as well as go to school. We were promised scholarships, but that sometimes only covered tuition, and you had to fend for everything else. I was able to help myself, because before I arrived in the US…when I was teaching, I had learnt to type. A friend advised me then that it was good to acquire some commercial education -- typing and shorthand, book-keeping and so on; but with my schedule as a teacher, I could only take them one at a time. I did typing, but never had time for shorthand, and I have always regretted it! It would have helped me very much in taking my notes, for instance. But knowing how to type helped me very much; were it not for it, I would have been snowed in! I had to take a part-time job; I worked variously in the Registrar’s office, the president’s office, the Library, and so on. At the end of the month, you know, it amounted to enough, at least, to take care of my feeding.

 

When I was at graduate school at Columbia University, I worked in the morning, and from 2:30 or 3:00 pm, I went to school. I was able to earn enough money to take care of myself. Eventually, the Nigerian government set up a liaison office in the US, and that was in Washington DC. One European, a Reginald Barrett--very nice man--was the first liaison officer. We later organized the West African Students Union, championed by Taylor Blyden, Edward Blyden’s grandson. He was a student at the time also; at Howard University, I think. We had the Conference at Howard, and had the opportunity to meet Mr. Barret. He helped us, especially, you know, those who owed school fees, and all that.

 

ON: You studied in the US during the Jim Crow era…

 

OO: Yes, the era of Jim Crow. In fact, even though I went to school in the North, which was assumed liberal, there were places blacks opted not to travel to. Even Washington DC, at the time, was a no-go area, as well as West Virginia; Virginia down to Maryland, Tennessee, Alabama, Georgia, Texas, Florida and so on…Arkansas...ah! Terrible place! These were notoriously Jim Crow areas. In the bus, you had to ride at the back, on a certain side of the bus, which I refused to do. I told them, no; that place would churn my stomach, and I would get sick. So anytime I came on a bus, I would ride in front, or at least, not below the middle of the bus. And I got into trouble. Oh yes! Because the bus drivers would tell you that you had to go to the back. And I would say, no, I won’t go to the back. After all, I paid the same fare like everyone else, and I had the right to choose where I wanted to sit.

 

ON: What gave you that courage?

 

OO: Well, because although I knew they had the segregation laws, I just refused to do it. And most of the time, they’d just leave the whole seat for me. Nobody else would like to sit nearby. It was everywhere. To go to the bathroom, I liked to travel by Greyhound bus. When they made their stops at the depots, and you wanted to go to the bathroom--the ones that you dropped coins into to operate --sometimes, the women cleaners would refuse to let you use it. They’d direct you to an unclean bathroom stall. If you went to the restaurant, they would not serve you; they’d tell you to sit on the side that had dirty, broken chairs. Once, I sat on the good side of one of these restaurants, and a steward came to me, and said: “ma’am, you have to go over to the other side,” and I asked, “Why?” He said, “Because that’s how it is…there’s where you gotta sit.” I told him I wouldn’t go there, that I wanted to stay where I was. And he said, “If you sit here, I won’t serve you.” And I said, “Oh well, that’s your call. But, in my country, we would never think to treat people this way.

 

ON: Did your being an African have anything to do with your defiance? It seems you got away with quite a lot.

 

OO: (laughs) I should think so. They heard my accent, and knew that I wasn’t American. I’m Igbo you see…talking about defiance... But I suppose that made them leave me alone. If I sounded American, they might have treated me otherwise. It wasn’t too much for them to lynch the person. Those were still the days of automatic lynching.

 

ON: Did you witness any lynching?

 

OO: Oh yes! There was a lot of lynching that was going on; any little thing, at all, they’d lynch people. The KKK, the Ku Klux Klan, was very strong and very much in operation. When I was in Clafflin College in South Carolina, we’d be in our hostel, and at night, we’d hear the chanting of the KKK. Sometimes, you’d peep out through the window, and you’d see their burning cross flaming in the night, from their temple. They’d go on through out the night, and we’d say, “Ah, these people are going to lynch somebody tonight!” And in the morning, you heard that they’d abducted two young men…two African-American men, and lynched them. Black people would just get lost like that, and nobody would ask about them, nothing would be done. They would never be seen again. Nobody gave account, and their families would just weep and suffer, and that would be the end of it.

 

ON: Things have come a long way, then?

 

OO: Things have changed dramatically, yes; even though there are still vestiges. But there has been some change. There’s the case of a man who had masterminded the lynching of three young men doing voter education and registration in Mississippi, and had bee tried and vindicated in the fifties. He was supposed to be a minister of God, in the church. He had dug a grave, abducted these people, killed them, and pushed them into this mass grave, and then covered it. There was not a whimper in the area where this had happened. The relations of the people killed, protested, but nothing happened, until very recently when the man was brought to justice. He is quite old. He was sentenced to life, and is in prison now.

 

ON: You returned to Nigeria in 1953…

 

OO: I returned in ’53, yes; the year I completed my Master’s Degree.

 

ON: You were the first Igbo female University graduate.

 

OO: I, in fact, learned that not only am I the first Igbo woman, but the first woman of Eastern Nigerian origin, to have earned a University degree. I was also the first with a graduate degree. When I graduated, I immediately went home; there was no waiting. My parents were at home; my entire family. I hadn’t seen them for years. By then, as I said, people were anxious to go home, then.

 

ON: How does the Nigeria you returned to from the United States in 1953, compare with the present. What was it that drew you back to Nigeria; did you have any particular expectation?

 

OO: What drew me back to Nigeria was, firstly, I wanted to go back to see my family. Secondly, I wanted to go home and serve my people. Being one of the first few women to have the opportunity for higher education abroad, I wanted see how I could use what I had gained for my people. I was teaching in the primary school before I left for the United States. I wanted to return home, and do whatever I could to improve the situation there; perhaps, teach at a higher level. In addition, I just needed to be home. There was a certain urge and inclination to be at home, because I was raised in the village (laughs). I like I like village people; I love village life, even though there was no running water, no electricity, at the time. There were no paved roads, just some paths going into the village--there was only one motorable road from Oye-agu junction to Otuocha…

 

ON: You mentioned the fact that Nigerians who go to Universities abroad right now are not returning home. Nigeria in 1953 was less developed, and offered fewer opportunities; yet you returned home immediately after your studies. What do you think is the problem today?

 

OO: Well…I don’t think the problem is that our people don’t like home anymore. But the policies and the way the government operates at home is no longer attractive to people. The major thing is that the way the government operates, the tone of the society right now, is not as attractive as it should be.

 

ON: Can you give me a sense of Nigeria in 1953.

 

OO: Well, when I returned -- I really retuned home on the first day of January 1954 --

the enthusiasm with which people received me was overwhelming. In the first instance, I was the first girl from my village to go abroad to study. And some people felt that I would not be coming back, so many were happy when I did. My family was so happy, and the whole village was agog with celebration. The sheer numbers of people who, first of all, came to meet me at the wharf…because I traveled by boat, again; it was amazing. This time, I traveled by boat from New York on the Queen Mary, to Southampton, England. From Southampton I went to London, stayed at the British Council hostel for a few weeks, and then was booked on a boat, the Apapa, to return to Nigeria. I remember I was to spend Christmas aboard the boat. There was nothing I could do about it; I could not cancel my ticket. When I got into the boat, I saw that people had booked one year ahead of time! (laughs).

 

As it turned out, it was one of the best Christmases in my life. I met a number of other Nigerians, and we really enjoyed the ride. Justice Chukwudifu Oputa -- at the time, he was a bright young lawyer -- was coming back from London with his wife; there was Dr. Ademola, the Sierra Leonean brother to the late Justice Adetokumbo Ademola; with his wife, Folarin Coker. He was later a permanent Secretary. There was Omobola Coker; her father was a Reverend, and Maimalari, who was killed during the January 15, 1966 coup…we were all on board. We had a great time. I was then a younger and very agile woman. I liked to play table tennis, and I would beat all of them! (laughs) So when I arrived at the Apapa wharf, and saw all the Awkuzu people and their friends who lived in Lagos, and turned out to meet me, it was incredible! But that was a small matter compared to what awaited me at home in the village.

 

When I got home…I flew from Lagos to Enugu, and was met by my younger sister who lived there with her husband and family. We then continued home to the village a few days later. We had sent word home that we were on our way; my brother gave us his car, and we went to the market and bought a few things. We left Enugu –it was the old road – we left about three o’clock, thinking we would be arriving about 5:00pm, and I’d just go in and rest. But I couldn’t believe it when we got to the Abagana junction on the road to Otuocha,  and the crowd of people there…the crowd…the number of Ijele drums; I’d never seen such a crowd of people in my life! They had come to receive me…their daughter who had gone abroad to study, and returned. I was very surprised, indeed. My father was the kind of person who never wasted time on anything. If he wanted to do something, it was quick, quick, quick, ahead of time, early; I don’t know how he managed to instantly organize such a reception. The church group was there, the village was all there. The Umunna was there, everybody, waiting. My goodness! That was how people received those returning in those days. You had gone for the Golden Fleece, and were back in one piece.

 

ON: Aside from the novelty, what changed in the ideas and ways of people?

 

OO: What had changed was the ways of the people who were managing the affairs of government. Mark you--I experienced a great deal of discrimination when I returned. I wanted a job in the ministry of education having qualified in Education. However, I was refused a job. For six months I was just sitting around, walking around with no job.

 

ON: Why?

 

OO: Why? Because I had an American education. The British authorities would not give me a job, because they claimed that American education was inferior; it was no education. My Master’s degree was equated to the British first degree. I asked, why? The schools I attended in the US, the largest population were the Americans; however, the next largest population of students was British. What were they doing there, I asked, if American education was inferior to British education? While we were in the same classes, and taking the same courses, were they receiving a different kind of education? And when they got to England they were given good jobs. Quinn-Young was the British director of education of the Eastern region, in Enugu then. The man refused to give me a job!

 

I finally got a job as Assistant Secretary in the Eastern Nigerian Development Corporation. E.O. Eyo of Uyo was chairman of the board, then. They had advertised for a job, and I was employed as Assistant Secretary. I was in that job for three years, and then switched to Education. By then they had raised the question in the Eastern House of Assembly as to why I was not employed in the service. I suffered this discrimination along with Dr. Udokwu, who later founded the Nike Grammar School. He came home with a doctorate degree, but they wouldn’t give him a job…in his own country!!! However, when Nigerians took charge of the government in 1954, things improved so much, and went so well that they began sending people to the US to recruit graduates to come home and help in nation building, and so on. The government had broad and ambitious programs, and they needed people. Some came home, and were immediately recruited. Then all of a sudden, everything changed.

 

ON: When did things change; can you begin to map the shifts?

 

OO: Things began to change just before the war. It began with the Federal government that was no longer receptive to everyone. It wasn’t a uniform policy that was being applied in the employment policy; there was increasing discrimination. People returned home, and could no longer find jobs even when the jobs existed. Even people who qualified in Nigeria--because the universities were producing people at Ibadan and the University of Nigeria, Nsukka--employment became difficult and scarce.

 

ON: So, you returned in 1953, and basically took a job as Assistant Development officer. What did you do as Assistant Secretary, ENDC, and what was the ENDC all about?

 

OO: The Development Corporation was involved in Agricultural development, small scale, cottage industrial development, and so on. We were developing plantations, palm plantations, cashew plantations, rubber plantations and so forth. The cashew plantations at Oghe and Okigwe, for instance, produced nuts for consumption, as well as certain kinds of oil for use in the production of plastics and things like that. We were going into villages to find areas to set up pioneer oil mills for palm oil production. We coordinated extention services for the ministry of Agriculture; at the time I was basically involved in setting up the structure for the Development Corporation, taking minutes of the board meetings; establishing personnel services, setting up interviews. For instance, you know that I employed Bob Ogbuagu as Public Relations Officer for the ENDC? So that’s what we did in the ENDC.

 

 

ON: Give me a sense of what the Civil Service was like in your time.

 

OO: The civil service was a cohesive body where there was great inter-departmental cooperation. The Eastern Region had a solid civil service. There wasn’t so much animosity and in-fighting; at least, I didn’t observe it. I got on well with my colleagues and we worked well, we cooperated well. Government had a series of development plans: ten years, five years, two years as the case might be. Every department – they were not called ministries then, ministries came later – each department had their own schedule, or program. Revenue was strategically apportioned, based on well-thought out plans: the number of schools to be set up, teachers to be employed, and materials to be procured. It was based on cooperation, for instance, in education, between the voluntary agencies, which were mostly missions and the individuals who set up schools, and the government.  Government would give grants in aid, or assistance, and the voluntary agencies would do the rest. The Government established the inspectorate to enforce standards. Things just worked well. Every year, we planned that more children would be able to attend school. The development programs and projects were running, and so much was achieved. At the time, there was no petroleum oil; it was palm produce in the East, groundnuts in the North, and cocoa and rubber in the West.

 

And enough money was produced to run the budgets, and was saved, as well; it was out of the palm produce – they set up marketing boards for produce – it was out of the palm produce that the University of Nigeria, Nsukka, was built, that the Otu-Onitsha, the Onitsha market – the first modern market complex in West Africa - was built with Five Hundred thousand Pounds; at the time, a big achievement. It was from the produce that the Trans-Amadi industrial estate was built, and so on. So, government had plans and projects, and fully executed them. People were overwhelmingly honest in their jobs, satisfied with what they were being paid. There was not much fraud and embezzlement, making away with government resources for their own pockets. The projects were carried on with the resources available, and so people were happy and did their jobs well. With petroleum oil, came the oil boom or oil doom, as the case may be, and hence the decline of Nigeria.

 

ON: So you worked with the Eastern regional government all through. When did you leave the civil service?

 

OO: Ukpabi Asika made me leave the civil service.

 

ON: Really; when was this?

 

OO: 1971.

 

ON: We’ll come back to this; but from 1954 to 1971, you worked with Azikiwe, under Okpara…

 

OO: Under Azikiwe, under Okpara…it was Dr. Okpara who was in government when the 1966 crisis happened. Dr. Okpara was the premier, and I later worked with Ojukwu.

 

ON: And after the war, you worked with Asika?

 

OO: Yes, after the war I worked with Asika. I had been a classroom teacher at the Women Training College, Enugu. First of all, I worked in the ministry of education, then WTC Enugu from 1960-62. In 1963, I became the principal of the WTC Enugu. I went back to the ministry of Education as Inspector of Education, inspecting schools; primary schools and secondary schools; measuring performance, and what quality of education of education was being received; I evaluated teachers, materials, and so on. I then became Director in charge of examinations and Teachers registration in the ministry of education. I did that until the war in 1967. I was the one who evacuated the materials and all the records of the exams branch, and so on, which we carried to Umuahia. That was where we were told to go. We went to Umuahia, and then returned to Owerri, and down to Ihiala area. When the war ended, we carried the whole thing back to Enugu.

 

ON: You kept all the records?

 

OO: We kept all the records of

Mrs. Oyibo Odinamadu

Mrs. Oyibo Odinamadu

exams. I managed to give the examinations, supervised both the School Certificate and Teachers Examinations, the primary and secondary school examinations. I arranged their invigilation, the marking, and compilation of results, and all that. And we made sure nothing leaked. At least when I was there, nothing leaked. Then when we came back from the war, after a few weeks, I was posted to Queens School, Enugu. I was asked to go to Queens School, clean it up, and restart the school which had been closed during the war. So, I cleaned up Queens School, which had been burnt down; fire had consumed the Assembly hall, the Library, the Principal’s office and the Science Lab. The ministry of information, the Film Section, made a documentary of how I went around inspecting Queens School, and how the clean-up was done; the rebuilding and reconstruction of the buildings, the setting up of the science labs and so on. They may still have it in their archives. So, I reorganized Queens School. I was the first African principal of Queens School, Enugu. The last European principal was a Mrs. Kirk-Patrick. She was there when the war began or had left, may be, just before the war.

 

In any case, I cleaned up Queens School and readmitted students. I also supervised the first in-take of students after the war; both the higher and beginner classes. Recently, when I was in hospital in North Carolina -- at the Wake Medical Center -- my blood count continued to drop after I underwent surgery; from 11 points to 9 points. The hospital was worried. I was in the room receiving attention, when a nurse rushed into the room; she had seen my name on the notice board that was hung outside in the ward lobby. She asked me: “Are you Oyibo Odinamadu?” I said “Yes,” and she jumped on me, hugged me, and shouted, “This is my principal! This is my principal! This woman was my principal!!” The nurse was one of the first students that I admitted to Queens School in 1970. She remembered even the question I asked her at the interview (laughs), and that one of her cousins had not gained admission…

 

 

ON: It must have made you very happy.

 

OO: Oh yes (laughs). Everybody then knew at Wake Med that I was their colleague’s principal in high school (points)…she gave me that plant (laughs)! So, that was how we cleaned up Queen School, and started a rigorous discipline; that was how I knew things should be done. But those girls who had grown wild in the war would not tolerate it (chuckles). And their godfathers, the military officers, were lurking in the background. And again, one thing I did was that I wouldn’t allow them observe frivolous holidays. I would tell my students that they must come to school, we were not going to observe so and so holidays. It was the same with George Akabogu. Asika didn’t like this; Akabogu was at the Institute of Administration, Enugu, temporarily running his Government College, Afikpo from there before it was fully re-opened. By the way, George is dead (sighs). Anyway, my insistence on discipline was resisted.  But it was the role I played during the war; I really entered the Biafran war with Biafran women, in a big way. You know, I led a delegation to the Queen of England.

 

ON: You worked with Zik, Okpara, Ojukwu, and Asika. What were these men like; how would you compare them?

 

OO: Zik was the intellectual, an orator, and full of ideas. He was a theoretician, Zik. He wasn’t much of a practical man. He didn’t get down to brass tacks; in the Eastern House of Assembly, Zik would get up and speak for the entire day and the following day write in newspapers. It was when Dr. Okpara became the premier…Dr. Okpara undertook the economic tour, because my husband was Secretary to the Premier,  and they took a world tour to Israel, to Singapore, to many places. It was to Israel that they went, and they were very well received. They came with ideas for projects and appeals for technical and financial assistance. That was when the Hotel Presidential in Enugu and Port-Harcourt were built, and the Nkalagu Cement factory, as well. The roads were built, the water works Enugu was built, and there was water supply everywhere!

 

Dr. Okpara brought so many projects with his world economic tour. His slogan was to tell the people that we are a nation in a hurry, and that we are a deprived people who wanted to catch up with the most advanced in the world. We needed help in nation-building. And they came, so many Israeli engineers and technical assistants; so many of them doing the job. So, during the time of Dr. Okpara and Dr. Akanu Ibiam, we saw a great deal of innovation. The Calabar cement factory was built at the time, and there was so much improvement in the region; life was progressing. Then the coup happened, and everything broke down, the war started. During the military government, Emeka tried to safe-guard what belonged to the government that he felt certain people were trying to appropriate…

 

 

ON: You mean Emeka Ojukwu, of course…

 

OO: Yes, Emeka Ojukwu. And then it was all about how people felt about the treatment the Igbo were getting; the massacres in the North, the return of the maimed, the headless onye-ije, and so on. People were not happy at all. 30,000 people were killed, and pamphlets were published at the ministry of information – it was my husband as the permanent secretary, and Cyprian Ekwensi as the Director of Information – about the pogrom.  The pamphlets narrated everything; how it happened; how the Igbo were killed and massacred, and of course the British government would not listen; they didn’t think 30,000 was anything; there was no genocide as far as they were concerned, and so on. So the Igbo and other Easterners were just coming home from all over Nigeria, and it became a question of what would