exactly, at times people stretch their hands beyond their reach and hope to attain their goal. They may not always succeed, but they wouldn’t succeed unless they tried.”
“You may be right, but I don’t have any basis for hoping to go to America to study. As the saying goes around here, who would give a toad a gift of a coat?”
“That’s funny. You are not a toad, what are you talking about?” Jamike laughed.
“That would be an impossible dream. It was almost impossible for me to finish primary school had it not been for the school headmaster, Mr. Ahamba.”
“How then did you go to get a teaching diploma?”
Jamike always felt emotional when he had to recollect aspects of his growing up. They reminded him of the hardship he and his mother went through, and especially of relatives who were unkind to them. It was a past he would rather put behind him.
“It was the Catholic mission that gave me the scholarship to go to Teacher Training College,”
“How did that come about?”
“After completing primary school, I wanted to go to the city to look for a clerical job. My mother said she would commit suicide if I left her for the city, because she was informed that people who live there easily forget home and parents for a life of enjoyment and rascality. She did not want her only child so exposed. She wanted me to stay in the village and engage in some petty trading or learn some handiwork.”
“What did you intend to be?”
“I wanted to be a clerk. I admired the clerks who were sent by the bishop to invigilate primary school final examinations.”
“Being a clerk is not a bad ambition.”
“It was while my mother and the headmaster considered what I would do after primary school that the parish priest sent for me.”
“Was that Father Murrow?”
“Yes. He informed me that I was one of few students in the diocese selected by the bishop to attend Teacher Training College.”
“Was there any basis for this?”
“It was at the time the diocese needed teachers for local primary schools. The bishop decided to select and train as teachers the top three students in the First School Leaving Certificate Examinations, the final examinations in primary school. In addition to this there was also the diocesan examination set by the Catholic mission. Father Murrow told me I had one of the best results in both examinations. The bishop gave all three of us scholarships.”
“How long did this training last?”
“It was a four-year teacher training course. Each student was bonded to teach for two years in one of the primary schools in the diocese after completion of the course. When Father Murrow invited me to his house and mentioned the possibility of furthering my education, I told him my mother could not afford any more schooling for me. Then he asked if I would further my education if someone else paid my fees.”
“I would,” Laski interjected.
“That was exactly what I told Father Murrow. He then informed me I had the Bishop’s Scholarship to attend Teacher Training College. I could not believe it. He brought out the college prospectus and went through the requirements with me. After that, he gave it to me, blessed me, and wished me well. When I informed my mother of it, she doubted me. Her response was, “I will believe it the day I see you bring out your portmanteau and tell me you are on your way to whatever place you call it.” The following Sunday, during church service, Father Murrow announced my name as one of the students who received the Bishop’s Scholarship for Teacher Training College. It was then my mother believed it.” Jamike noticed that Laski showed keen interest in his story, because he smiled and nodded approvingly many times.
“Your mother is an interesting woman.”
“She did not want to hear anything about more education. She believed I had enough, and she had no illusions about how expensive education was.”
“I would say you have been lucky. It is an amazing story.”
“That is my story, and I thank God.” Jamike asked for a drink of water.
“I believe I told you in one of our conversations that I will be returning to the United States at the end of this year when my tour of duty ends. I intend to obtain an advanced degree and later look for a teaching job in a college in a rural part of the country. If I do I might be able to help you come to the United States to continue your studies. I am not making any promises, but I will try. I think you will benefit from an American education.” Jamike was baffled.
“Are you serious? Even if in the end it is not possible, the thought alone is sufficient. But I tell you, that will be in my wildest dream. As they say, seeing is believing.”
“No, just think positive about it. It is when you believe strongly in a thing or want it badly that it actually comes to pass. It is a fact that is not easily appreciated.”
“You are right. The Igbo people have a saying similar to what you just said. They say that whatever one affirms, his chi or god will also affirm it. Now, I am going to believe it will happen. I will be in America! Alleluia!” Jamike hit both hands on the table; they laughed and shook hands. For the rest of that evening before he went home with a flashlight, they played a card game.
Paul Laski left for the United States in December of that year and within six months after his departure a civil war broke out in Nigeria. The Eastern part of the country seceded and declared itself the Independent Republic of Biafra. The war lasted thirty months, and during that time young men were conscripted into the armed forces. First, Jamike worked in civil defense and later for CARITAS, the Catholic relief organization. He assisted Father Murrow in overseeing the distribution of scarce food items like salt, stockfish, corned beef, corn meal, milk, baby food, and other essential commodities needed for life’s sustenance. Uridiya’s friends enjoyed her generosity during the war.
The ravages of war did not get to Aludo, located in the heartland, and villagers believed that had to do with their ancestral name, Aludo, which meant land of peace. Villagers could hear the sounds of heavy military artillery like mortar shells from the faraway city of Umuahia. One time a fighter jet plane flew over Father Murrow’s house but dropped no bomb. The two-storied building had a huge Red Cross sign painted on the zinc roof. Apart from one letter Jamike received from Laski before the war broke out, the two friends lost touch for the duration of the war. In the meantime, Laski had gone on to the Pennsylvania State University to get a doctorate degree in science education and began teaching at Regius State College in rural western Pennsylvania.
When the civil war ended, Jamike received Laski’s letter inquiring whether he made it through the war. He was worried about his friend because of horrible pictures of the war on television and news stories from Voice of America. These and the images that appeared in magazines and newspapers, gave Laski concern for his friend. Soon correspondence was re-established between them. Shortly after their renewed contact, Laski informed Jamike that he was leaving for a two-year teaching contract in Okinawa, Japan . For about six months, Jamike did not hear from Laski. Once he settled in his new teaching position, Laski wrote Jamike, and their correspondence continued until Laski returned to the United States.
Not long after Jamike began teaching, Mr. Ahamba suggested that he inquire from older and more experienced teachers
