I remember growing up with bobby. My elder brother. With my other siblings nancy, emeka and later in the years our younger brother obinna joined us during his obi's birth.

It was a great 11 years with my siblings nancy, bobby and emeka. We growe up from the teachings of old besthowed on to us by our parents. Mr and mrs chukwu.

We grow up knowing Gods love of life. His blessings given to us all his children. Provisions of grace and favor. His care and forgiveness of sins. His protection and gudiance.

These lovely attributes of God our parents had and also was shown upon them by their on parents etc.

We grow up to teach our own families. Truly and honestly my family were and is our support system. Of what all generation of children learn and are taught.

Bobby was my elder brother. Whom showed me that an elder brother guides, and strides along with each and everyone of his siblings.

He occastional taught me school works and stood by myside like the elder brother he is.

This the same with my other siblings. Of whom he also loved.

Bobby was truly a shining star of what his name bobby stands for. A chance for hope. A chance for truth of life. 

Bobby my elder brother you are truly missed.

Remain assured that amanda your beloved daughther has you her father and only earthly father a guide of good will you showed her before your death. She shall always be to herself and her family.

Amanda your daughter. A true sweet clear headed girl and smart from childhood till now and always will be. Shall grow to know and continuely love the man you bobby issac echizuna really truly was.

A hope to family and friends. A hope and a good person of good personality for his generation and so on.

May your soul continuely rest in peace.

Wow! Am in so much shock, just finding out now about your departure. With tears in my eye as I leave this tribute, with fun memories, how we hung out together in Festac in 97.
You are truly inspirational. Very atlethic, played basketball, football, table tennis and swimming. And you were good at all. Remember how we used to play table tennis at mine and we would go to yours to play basket ball.
You have such amazing humility, respect and an uncanny kindness to people who met you. My mummy always commented about how respectful you were. She would be shocked.
Though we lost contact whilst in uni but this was not how I imagined we would meet again in Nigeria. I drive past your family house every now and then and often wondered what you were up to now, though I heard the family relocated to Abuja. I had thought our parts would cross again someday, however our ways are not God's way. 
What can I say Bobby? I only have fun memories of you.Never a dull moment. Your simplicity towards life, jokes, humour, you always had a story to tell. You are indeed a legend my brother and your forever a part of our lives. I am grateful to have known an outstanding guy and sad that the heavens took you away so soon. 
May your gentle soul rest in eternal peace. And I pray the good lord continue to give your family the fortitude. 

Till we meet again my freind. Gone but will never be forgotten

 

One fine handsome guy was sitting amongst some guys back home in Isu-Awaa in Christmas season I asked my cousin who is this handsome young man he said it's Bobby Chuks Nwa Isaac Izley. .. How he made everybody feel at home with him was so commendable... He was very accommodating... I can't say you were that close to me but I remember we went for a contract in Lagos. .. .once the idea was sold to you you didn't consider me a stranger you flew down from Abuja to meet me in Lagos and we moved to Alcatel-Lucent office and almost clinched that... We chased a lot together although we never did one together you never considered me small or my ideas.... And always there as a listening ears... And I can't forget how you would be of help to me financially especially one Christmas period you gave me almost the money my whole family spent on Christmas.... Just because I called... Your kindness was something everybody spoke about... And I have never met anyone as humble as you are... In my life... And so Handsome... I was angry at first when I saw this blog.... I was like why evoke this memories again.... But I know it will be so hard to forget you.... RIP EZIGBO MMADU.... YOUR LEGACY LOVE LONG... I want to end with this... Methusela lived 969 years and had only two verses written about him in the Bible... But Christ lived only 33 and half years but had a whole Half of the Bible written about him... I consider your short life filled with stories that would ordinary be the experience of a man who lived 100 years... It's our loss not yours... You lived a fulfilled life... Rest in the Bossom of the Lord Bobby... Am still Dreaming..... 

Your humble, caring and loving attitude towards us the staffs of FungTai Engineering Company Limited made us cherish every time we had you around the office. I can't ever forget that day your driver handed an envelop to me with my name on it and it was just a good amount of money so packaged for me, I was so confused and I had to talk to my colleague next to me about it and suprisingly I got to know that same thing was packaged for every body in our office, down to the security men at the gate. You knew everybody by their names!

I observed mostimes you were in your car with your driver and I can hardly recall seeing you sit at the owner's side, you were always in front seat with your driver driving...

I recall a touching story one of my colleagues told me sometime, She jokingly told you her phone was bad and the next morning you dropped a suprising amount with the lady at the front desk and instructed her to hand it over to her to get a new phone.

I am sure this page wouldn't accommodate stories of your good times with us because it's just uncountable.

You gave everyone of us a reason and opportunity to feel at home while at work.

Your listening ear, encouragement, care and humility is irreplaceable...

I write this tribute with a heavy heart and uncontrolable tears

RIP ED Bobby as we foundly call you. We miss you so much!!!

Honestly, I wished there was a story to tell beyond those old play days in Kaduna between the ages of 6 and 10. I know you were left-footed and loved playing football. I think your younger brother - Emeka was left-footed too but was a bit more troublesome. Its really been long. I wished somehow, we could have hooked up. The stories told already suggest you were fun.

I use this medium to wish your siblings - Chinelo, Emeka, (and I think there is another younger sister) and your cousins - Kingsley, Queen, Ceasar and Harry strength to carry on. Surely I do same for your wife and kid; and for your parents. God bless you all.

I had one of those moments while taking a study break and memories of you came rushing in.

My very first trip to The Shrine was with you. I remember that night vividly as we watched Femi Kuti perform live. It is arguably one of my best nights ever! I fell in love with Afrobeat and Neo soul because of you. I remember jamming to A Tribe Called Quest in your room, feeling like a cool cat and thinking I was Q-tip. Erykah Badu's 'Love of my Life' is still one of my favorite songs, thanks to you.

Oh, and that one time I finally beat you in Nintendo 64 Goldeneye, it felt like I had won a lottery (Yes, you were that good). You taught me how to swim, and I still dance like you, albeit a tad better.

There was also that one time in the UK when you made that delicious Spaghetti (you know how much I love good food). It was a turning point for me and I knew I had to learn how to cook. Now I'm hungry. Lol

I remember when I met your wife, Otito, and I told you that she was goals (see, 'goals' wasn't a thing at the time but I used its equivalent). I also recall you laughing when I asked if she had a younger sister. You loved her and were so proud of her, and rightly so as she's incredible. Then Amanda came into this world and changed your life. I'm glad I got to see you as a wonderful husband and doting father, I just wish you had more time...

It was a thing of pride that we looked so much alike. You were the big homie and I was your protégé. You took me under your wing, and I must say, I learned from the best. I will always be grateful, thank you.

Your humility marveled me. You made it look easy, but it was just who you were. You loved the simple things, always smiling and cracking jokes – that was your style. It's no surprise that I wanted to be just like you. King Bobby, you were the man, and will always be.

You were not just my big brother, you were also our champion. I miss you B, we all do. Keep watching over us all and continue to bask in God's glory.

I still remember the hype from your first tattoo way back in the day; thinking wow, my friend is cool. And now all we have left is memories. Be rest assured however distant or blurred our memories ever become, the thought of you and everything that you were will forever burn bright. My prayers go out to your wife and little girl. God Almighty guide and protect them in this trying times in JESUS Name. Amen 

One of your Day 1 homies,  

Jeebee!!!!! 

I knew Bobby from my 3rd day in command day secondary school Ikeja. He came across as very humble(which is attested to by the several comments here), always kind enough to share anything and everything, always very soft spoken. However, little did I know that this man was a very tough man until I saw him in action defending his family(sister) who was a year or two our senior. We were just on a little wander around the school compound for no obvious reason, then we saw this guy who busied himself disrespecting his sister(bullying I would say) or so we thought from the distance we stood. We waited quietly at the then corner of our JSS2 block and the canteen to allow the mystery guy finish his madness. Unknown to me, Bobby had taken a very good look at the guy and his class. On our long break, he beckoned on me to come with him and we went to the guys class, I lured the guy away by calling him names so he could come after us, which worked. Bobby then asked what the madness with his sister was all about earlier and to my surprise Bobby begged the guy to please never disrespect her or bully her again to which the guy never said anything to the contrary, in our little minds that confirmed our assumptions. Expectedly, the guy being a senior reached out for Bobby to beat him but before I could even wink, the senior was on the floor begging for his dignity. This showed me the other side of this gentle man who was very slow to anger because he really never was driven to anger. After that episode, my respect grew for the man as I viewed him a complete man. 

For some reasons, we grew apart as we progressed through the classes which is typical of secondary school mates especially in the formative years. Despite this, we still had mutual respect for one another whenever we hung out together away from our respective cliques or friends.  I must say, he never changed, always humble, kind, very respectful, unassuming, softhearted and tough when he needed to be. One thing that amazed me was despite his background, Bobby was street smart (in a good way) and he brought that to bare whenever you had a conversation with him on matters you won't expect guys from his kind of background to really understand but I think that was another reason for our occasional hang outs. 

To fast forward, we became classmates again in SS2 and became somewhat close again and I remember a day  I sat down with him and he threw certain questions about life to me such as: what are we studying for? Does it really lead to anything?because for him he knew what he wanted to do and become but I never asked him what it  was and how he was going to achieve it. In that conversation, he said to me, I can see "Bode! You have made such a massive improvement in your academics, I know you before na, keep it up but don't let it get into your head". I laughed it off, but he was right and it stayed with me till now. In that conversation, I told him just like I used to tell my other friends that I was studying to the end(PhD) . I am happy to let you know that I fulfilled that promise and it doesn't get into my head at all. 

Towards the end of SS2, this kind man blessed me with a beautiful wrist watch (omega). Anyone that knows Bobby really well during that period knew his watches were top notch. It didn't take a lot to get the watch. All I did was to say to him, I really " gbadun" this watch ooo and he said to me don't worry, you will have it. The next day for some strange reason which still does not make sense to me (but for me, I don't have to make sense of everything in life), I found the watch on the ground next to my seat. I picked it up and told Bobby I had found his watch and he said to me you can have it. I was happy but at the same time surprised. It was such a kind gesture and I used that wrist watch for the better part of my undergraduate days with great admiration from other colleagues wondering about the source of the wristwatch. Don't worry Isaac-Chukwu (as you are fondly called when serious discussions are being held between us), I attributed the source to you and I am absolutely sure you don't have a clue how much that gesture meant to me.

 To SS 3, during our mathematics exam for SSCE, we were sat beside each other ( what a horrific day for me). We both looked at ourselves and took pity on each other, like OMG!! Why on earth will they place you beside me in a subject I hated and dreaded so much. That meant I could not top up my bad and/or lack of knowledge by asking a question from my neighbour who was just as bad as me in maths. All hope was lost on that particular subject. As it turned out, after the exams when we talked, the feeling was mutual. I know for a fact I flunked my maths exam by having a P7. For the avoidance of doubt, I am not blaming Bobby for my issue but it was one of those moments you felt common friend, colleague, bail me out man. Hahahaha. 

On going to the UK, Bobby was the only guy that made it his duty to always ensure that things were going well with me and made efforts to hang out whenever possible, even if it meant coming down to me from wherever he was. Unfortunately, camera phones were not that in vogue those years and my Nokia 3310 refused to snap pictures, hahaha. But as time went by, we lost touch by me changing numbers and phones and him moving to Nigeria. But with Facebook we rekindled the lost connection but very limited contact. Little did I know that my next reconnection would be telling the story of me knowing such a wonderful, humble, special, kind,respectful man. If this brings some solace to the family and friends he left behind,  I would say he touched as many lives positively as he could given his young age and wonder how many more lives he would have touched if he was here and grew to the full potentials he had hoped for. But I guess, his maker knows better than you and I and for everything in this world and beyond there is a purpose for which I believe he has served his own purpose and left to those of us he left behind to serve our purpose and take clues from the life of Bobby Isaac-Chukwu on how to live a purposeful life, full of positive impact on others and selflessness. 

May God receive you into his blossom and grant you eternal Rest. Otioto God will strengthen you and give you the courage to bear this huge loss. Ndooooooo

I just saw Bobby's obituary on facebook, and to be honest i almot passed out. What can i say? Bobby was one of my close friends in Command Childrens School Ann's baracks. Bobby was a dear friend! After lessons back in those days, i will head to his house at Commercial avenue Yaba and we will hang out. Although we lost touch after primary school, but we reconnected on facebook 3 years ago. i looked forward to coming to Nigeria and probably visiting him. This is truly a shocker to me. My condolences to his parents, wife, child and siblings. This is a terrible loss! May God grant his soul eternal rest amen.
Love you Eche!
Ike 

Just last December, precisely 25th morning, during the usual slaughtering of cows, as it was almost a norm for his father to slaughter cows during the Xmas period, the slaughtering was taking place some few meters away from his compound by some paid persons, after the slaughtering the parts (meat) of the cow was supposed to be carried to his compound by some paid persons or helpers who may want some share of the meat, guess who I saw, "Humble Bobby" lending a helping hand carrying the bloody meat, though I was not too surprised because I know him, but how many of the children with the kind of his wealthy background can do that. But that's Bobby Chuks for you, ever humble. Bobby we will forever miss you. Go in peace.

Do you know Bobby?

Yes, I know him, he is my beloved nephew. Yes, he is my nephew. Our beautiful beautiful Bobby, gentle, kind, unselfish, a man of simple words. When he was born, he was the most beautiful baby of all, the dream of every mother. He was spotless. I carried him in my arms everyday, washed him, changed his napkins, fed him his custard, gave him his daily baths, dressed him up nicely and kept him comfortable.

Yes, I took care of him with love and joy, I was his babysitter in those early years and I love him dearly. We watched him grow into a handsome gentleman, full of life and hope, and suddenly, suddenly, he was snatched away from us.

Bobby, this is your auntie, Ginika. You fell asleep in the Lord without saying goodbye. No amount of words can express the hurt that I feel in my heart. If tears could build a stairway, I’d walk right up to heaven and bring you back home. You were a gift for such a little while. Your loss just seems so wrong. We are saddened and broken hearted, our sorrow knows no end. You should not have left before us, but you know, God only takes the best. God knows best.

Bobby, the day that God called you home, you did not go alone, for part of us went with you. Nothing seems the same. We miss your beauty in every way. You will always stay in our hearts, to be loved and cherished forever.

May God bless you and keep you safely in his care. You will forever be treasured in our memories.

Bobby, we love you dearly, but God loves you most.

With a heart full of sorrow,

Your auntie, Ginika.