From a polygamous family of 12 siblings. Born during the war, with no memories of the war times, I was only too little to remember what happened.
I wouldn't say I remembered hearing the sounds of the rockets that was a testament of imminent war. However as I grow older there were many signs around the neighbourhood that powered my thought in regards to what may have taken place.
Such were the sights of skeletal human remains like skulls bones found on roads leading to the streams, farmlands and surrounding bushes. As scary as they seem, we kids, or I personally never asked questions because none of the elders were prepared to give any account of the war times. Rather, we kids made our own conclusions about what may have taken place. My childhood conclusion was to follow the general superstitions that those forests full of human remains are hunted and should never be visited for any reason. However those beliefs soon changed overtime as I was growing up the fears vanished as I had needs to navigate those forests in search of firewoods, irrespective of the human ghosts that inhabits them.
Nevertheless, my older siblings never stop making things clear sometimes as they joke about their experiences during the mayhem. They managed to rename almost every part of their wartime experiences by either using those circumstances to represent strength or just for mere casual pass time jokes.
The civil war lasted for two years July 6th 1967 to 15th January 1970, claiming over two million Igbo lives according to statistics, apart from deaths from bombs and other arms hunger had a major devastating impact in the entire southeast, Ozuitem not exempted.
Children and infants continued to die of malnutrition and various forms of diseases, people vacated the villages, all the different clans and communities were empty, people left to the northern part of the country while many traveled to the west in search of a better life.
Some survivors obviously remained with their families to rebuild in every little way they could.
Majority of older folks returned to the farm, while some adults took to hunting wild animals. Lizards and rats were easy proteins, as well as flying termites and locusts, as there were no food, people could eat almost anything that moves. I can recall eating house rats and lizards, I even ate grasshoppers. A few people learned skills available to them to survive the hardship such as carpentry and tree sawing and palm wine tapping.
The war left behind all forms of devastations, but somehow children were immediately returned to normal education at least for those families that could manage to afford it, as education was never free in the Eastern part of the country. At Agbua my section of the settlement it was mandatory that all infants be registered at a Methodist kindergarten called mission centre after each child's second birthday.
The reason for this was to get children out of homes so their parents could farm and cater for the entire family. It was also an opportunity to give children an early start in life in education which the eastern people of Nigeria are well known.
The Methodist church premises was useful to the villages within Agbua communities and Ozuitem as a whole during and after the war time because it was a centre for supplies and distribution and also used as clinic during those war years.
Methodist compound remained a centre for visiting doctors to provide indigenes all sorts of medical supports and for the provision of vaccines against some popular harmful tropical disease. I was lucky to have attended the nursery here as a child. I can still recall as a child learning under a large (ukwu-ugbaghala or oil bean tree) in the church compound one very dry afternoon when suddenly the visiting doctors arrived.
Some of us never suspected anything until we saw the visitors setting up tents and equipments, some children who first noticed their presence fled to nearby bushes because that day we were going to receive injections, however, I did receive a few injection on that fateful afternoon but I cannot recall against what diseases the jabs was for.
Our first teacher a native of Ndiagho, Mazi Ikoro Nwabueze, Ote Ikoro as we all know him, (Otee or Otete is a title in Igbo dialect, used as a respect for elders or a senior person, while Mazi represents the title “Sir” ) he engaged us in all manner of academic discipline including physical education. Ote Ikoro, a very energetic sport loving gentleman jogs to school every morning and whenever we see him, we all join him running, this morning exercising became the routine at least within minutes children from Ndiagho whose homes are on the way to Methodist church.
Children graduated from the mission compound to Ekwampiti, the main community primary school centre after two years, by age four. Here they continue in the elementary education from primary one. Ekwampiti was a big open space of land originally preserved by the Ozuitem people for the purpose of installing a secondary school eduction system which was something lacking in Ozuitem at that time.
While Ozuitem indigenes are well into education, students of various Ozuitem clans have always attended the higher education outside of the Ozuitem settlement, hence Ekwampiti was getting prepared to hosts a high school with already blocks of old buildings destroyed by the war, these buildings which hosted the various primary classes from one till six grades. On the eastern flatter end of this land was a vast empty land, here the main community high school was intended, which whenever completed will house the Ozuitem secondary school Ozuitem (OSSO).