On Friday morning, the WAEC Hall at Ozalla High School filled with students, school leavers, teachers, parents, and community leaders. Some arrived with clear plans for the future. Others came looking for direction. The gathering marked the Peter Nwomeh Foundation's first Career Guidance and Counseling Workshop.
My good beloved husband, the only one I loved to marry, the educationist, a devoted Christian, my black beauty, a neat man, a man loved by God, a man who did the will of God, an uncanonised saint.
Peter Nwomeh was my mentor from childhood and my baptismal godfather. He did not stop there — he nurtured me during my primary school days, and I served him as a houseboy between 1959 and 1960 before he left for further studies at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka (UNN).
"The year one was born marks only one's entry into the world; other years, where one proves one's worth, are the ones worth celebrating" (Jarod Kintz).
It happened that in the early seventies, and precisely in 1970, an icon of special brand fell to the ground.
It was in the year of our Lord 1931 that the seed of an oak germinated in the family of the late Chief Ogbuzuru Nwomeh Igwe Nwannaji of Umuohaa Okorouba Ozalla.
