Ziggy Azike Ksc
16th April, 2018
TRIBUTE TO A GENTLE MAN
Adieu Uncle IG!! Adieu Ette!!!
I called you Uncle Ig; I also called you Ette; you were a jolly good fellow, a gentleman and a very peaceful fellow.
You were a man of moderate tendencies in your indulgencies except when it came to eating Ube na Oka; yes corn (boiled or better still roasted) was irresistible to Uncle Ig; he would make me “travel” to ensure he ate some whenever he came to Nigeria and it didn’t matter whether the grain was in season or not, he will make you remember the place under the Mende Bridge in Maryland where the women somehow managed to have all season corn; Uncle Ig also liked the good life and general merriment; he was a good guy to have around when you make merry; but he was also very careful not to ever over indulge, he was moderation epitomized.
I remember Uncle Ig’s passion for fashion as I found in him a kindred spirit and his adaptability to “wait” for me while I indulged in endless unmasculine shopping was admirable; sometimes he complained that I wasted too much time; but by the time I come for the next summer vacation, he would have discovered another shopping spot or town or mall or emporium for our usual escapade and we would take off to the place, no matter how distant. Uncle Ig was a fantastic driver but sometimes we would get lost in the twists and turns of New Jersey and would spend 50% of our time “looking” for how to get to the shop. He and I had fun.
I remember Uncle Ig for his kindness and good heartedness; I also remember him for being 100% a Biafran. Uncle Ig longed for a Biafra where all things would work well and “our people” would not be oppressed; he desired a corruption free Nigeria and an environment where fair and free competition would be the order of the day; he was a proud Abiriba man and even a prouder Igbo man.
He liked the perfume I gave him every year “Insurrection” and said mine was the original as they managed to sell him the fake one all the time, so he looked forward to my annual gift of the “original”
Ette my man, adieu and fare you well.
Omezimba Chibuzo N. Ziggy Azike, KSC
Life Bencher
TRIBUTE TO A GENTLE MAN
Adieu Uncle IG!! Adieu Ette!!!
I called you Uncle Ig; I also called you Ette; you were a jolly good fellow, a gentleman and a very peaceful fellow.
You were a man of moderate tendencies in your indulgencies except when it came to eating Ube na Oka; yes corn (boiled or better still roasted) was irresistible to Uncle Ig; he would make me “travel” to ensure he ate some whenever he came to Nigeria and it didn’t matter whether the grain was in season or not, he will make you remember the place under the Mende Bridge in Maryland where the women somehow managed to have all season corn; Uncle Ig also liked the good life and general merriment; he was a good guy to have around when you make merry; but he was also very careful not to ever over indulge, he was moderation epitomized.
I remember Uncle Ig’s passion for fashion as I found in him a kindred spirit and his adaptability to “wait” for me while I indulged in endless unmasculine shopping was admirable; sometimes he complained that I wasted too much time; but by the time I come for the next summer vacation, he would have discovered another shopping spot or town or mall or emporium for our usual escapade and we would take off to the place, no matter how distant. Uncle Ig was a fantastic driver but sometimes we would get lost in the twists and turns of New Jersey and would spend 50% of our time “looking” for how to get to the shop. He and I had fun.
I remember Uncle Ig for his kindness and good heartedness; I also remember him for being 100% a Biafran. Uncle Ig longed for a Biafra where all things would work well and “our people” would not be oppressed; he desired a corruption free Nigeria and an environment where fair and free competition would be the order of the day; he was a proud Abiriba man and even a prouder Igbo man.
He liked the perfume I gave him every year “Insurrection” and said mine was the original as they managed to sell him the fake one all the time, so he looked forward to my annual gift of the “original”
Ette my man, adieu and fare you well.
Omezimba Chibuzo N. Ziggy Azike, KSC
Life Bencher
Chelsy Ngwobia
Chesa C Ngwobia...Uncle Ig I still cannot believe I am writing a tribute because of your passing, the news of your death came as a shock to all of us but I know you sit in the arms of the Lord where you will no longer know pain, sickness and suffering and we will mourn you consoled by this fact.
You were a great man, a loving and doting husband to my Aunty/mother "Aunty Ug" I and my husband had plans to visit you and Aunty this summer but God decided it was time to call you back home to him now.
You may be gone from this world but your spirit will forever live in our hearts.
Adieu Uncle, till we meet to part no more, continue to sleep on in the bossom of the Lord.
Chesa C Ngwobia
Dublin Ireland.
You were a great man, a loving and doting husband to my Aunty/mother "Aunty Ug" I and my husband had plans to visit you and Aunty this summer but God decided it was time to call you back home to him now.
You may be gone from this world but your spirit will forever live in our hearts.
Adieu Uncle, till we meet to part no more, continue to sleep on in the bossom of the Lord.
Chesa C Ngwobia
Dublin Ireland.
Chelsy Ngwobia
Chesa C Ngwobia...Uncle Ig I still cannot not believe I am writing a tribute because of your passing, the news of your death came as a shock to all of us but I know you sit in the arms of the Lord where you will no longer know pain, sickness and suffering and we will mourn you consoled by this fact
You were a great man, a loving and doting husband to my Aunty/mother. I and my husband had plans to visit you and Aunty this summer but God decided it was time to call you back home to him now.
You may be gone from this world but your spirit will forever live in our hearts.
Adieu Uncle, till we meet to part no more continue to sleep in the bossom of the Lord
Chesa C Ngwobia
Dublin Ireland.
You were a great man, a loving and doting husband to my Aunty/mother. I and my husband had plans to visit you and Aunty this summer but God decided it was time to call you back home to him now.
You may be gone from this world but your spirit will forever live in our hearts.
Adieu Uncle, till we meet to part no more continue to sleep in the bossom of the Lord
Chesa C Ngwobia
Dublin Ireland.
Uche Urum-Eke
Uncle, I didn't know you very well but I know you lived a worthy life and was loved by so many. I'm also aware that you fought the fight of your life in your last years without once giving up. Though you will be sorely missed now that our dear Lord has taken you back, with great faith we know that you are in a much better place and getting the peaceful rest you deserve.
Eyes may cry but soon they'll dry. Hearts may break but soon they'll heal. Yes, life will go on without you but you will never be forgotten. Aunty Ugo, your daughter and all of us down here will look up ever so often and remember that you once blessed us with your unique and gifted presence. We will hear your laughter and feel your jovial spirit around us always because some marks can never be erased.
As you enter into and dwell in the everlasting, may the light and comfort of the Lord be upon you always until we all meet again.
Uche Urum-Eke
Atlanta, GA
Eyes may cry but soon they'll dry. Hearts may break but soon they'll heal. Yes, life will go on without you but you will never be forgotten. Aunty Ugo, your daughter and all of us down here will look up ever so often and remember that you once blessed us with your unique and gifted presence. We will hear your laughter and feel your jovial spirit around us always because some marks can never be erased.
As you enter into and dwell in the everlasting, may the light and comfort of the Lord be upon you always until we all meet again.
Uche Urum-Eke
Atlanta, GA
Chinyere Azike
Tribute by ChiChi Azike (Mrs.)
Where is thy sting O death!
Grave!where is thy victory?
The clod May sleep in dust beneath,
The Spirit will be free!
Both Man and Time have Power
O’er suffering dying men;
But death arrives and in that hour
The soul is freed again
‘Tis comforting to think
When sufferings tire us most in the rough stream bark will sink and
sufferings power is lost
Then death where is thy sting? And where thy victory, Grave?
O’er your dark bourn the soul will spring
To him who loves to save
John Bowning
Uncle Ig, we won’t hear your political talk and your sadness over the state of Nigeria. You loved your home land and wished she cared more for you.
You made it obvious you loved and cared for your one and only wife, Aunty Ugo and you did not tolerate anyone attempting to hurt her. Debbie brought laughter into the household. You warmly welcomed your relations and in- laws alike, which is an un-common trait.
Most important, God loves you most, sleep on in the bosom of our Lord.
Adieu
Where is thy sting O death!
Grave!where is thy victory?
The clod May sleep in dust beneath,
The Spirit will be free!
Both Man and Time have Power
O’er suffering dying men;
But death arrives and in that hour
The soul is freed again
‘Tis comforting to think
When sufferings tire us most in the rough stream bark will sink and
sufferings power is lost
Then death where is thy sting? And where thy victory, Grave?
O’er your dark bourn the soul will spring
To him who loves to save
John Bowning
Uncle Ig, we won’t hear your political talk and your sadness over the state of Nigeria. You loved your home land and wished she cared more for you.
You made it obvious you loved and cared for your one and only wife, Aunty Ugo and you did not tolerate anyone attempting to hurt her. Debbie brought laughter into the household. You warmly welcomed your relations and in- laws alike, which is an un-common trait.
Most important, God loves you most, sleep on in the bosom of our Lord.
Adieu
Chinyere Azike
Tribute by ChiChi Azike (Mrs.)
Where is thy sting O death!
Grave!where is thy victory?
The clod May sleep in dust beneath,
The Spirit will be free!
Both Man and Time have Power
O’er suffering dying men;
But death arrives and in that hour
The soul is freed again
‘Tis comforting to think
When sufferings tire us most in the rough stream bark will sink and
sufferings power is lost
Then death where is thy sting? And where thy victory, Grave?
O’er your dark bourn the soul will spring
To him who loves to save
John Bowning
Uncle Ig, we won’t hear your political talk and your sadness over the state of Nigeria. You loved your home land and wished she cared more for you.
You made it obvious you loved and cared for your one and only wife, Aunty Ugo and you did not tolerate anyone attempting to hurt her. Debbie brought laughter into the household. You warmly welcomed your relations and in- laws alike, which is an un-common trait.
Most important, God loves you most, sleep on in the bosom of our Lord.
Adieu
Where is thy sting O death!
Grave!where is thy victory?
The clod May sleep in dust beneath,
The Spirit will be free!
Both Man and Time have Power
O’er suffering dying men;
But death arrives and in that hour
The soul is freed again
‘Tis comforting to think
When sufferings tire us most in the rough stream bark will sink and
sufferings power is lost
Then death where is thy sting? And where thy victory, Grave?
O’er your dark bourn the soul will spring
To him who loves to save
John Bowning
Uncle Ig, we won’t hear your political talk and your sadness over the state of Nigeria. You loved your home land and wished she cared more for you.
You made it obvious you loved and cared for your one and only wife, Aunty Ugo and you did not tolerate anyone attempting to hurt her. Debbie brought laughter into the household. You warmly welcomed your relations and in- laws alike, which is an un-common trait.
Most important, God loves you most, sleep on in the bosom of our Lord.
Adieu