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We all missed you. Rest in peace

I miss you.

Painful, very. I never knew you as a person, although I know your parents and your siblings. But after reading how you died, I wept bitterly. What a careless handling of human life. Rest in peace, brother. This mean society does not deserve someone like you.

Happy birthday Chuka.
I remember your last birthday, I remember you gave me two bottles of wine to celebrate. My brother, my soul brother, my childhood friend. I remember when we were little, we would go catching grasshoppers and glow worms. We would feed the rabbits, we would suck necter from flowers, you would carry my school bag on the way home from school, you would defend me against school bullies. There are stories only you and I know, Songs only you and I know. If you were here, I would call you today and sing happy birthday. I would tell you about Amour, how she wouldn't sleep in her room, how she laughs at everything and farts like her daddy. I would tell you about the land of the midnight sun, we would laugh so much. Chuka Chuka my brother Chuka. If you were in Canada you would not have died, there are doctors here, they never go AWOL, day and night they are here, ready, happy, eager to help. My soul weeps for people like you who die of neglect in Nigerian hospitals. If you had been a politician's son, the doctors would have trooped to your bedside.
Happy birthday soul brother, Nwannem Chuka.

I will see you live
Just as I watched you die

May your soul rest in peace.
Chuka.
Accept my sympathy kene, and family.

Dear Chuka, they brought home your things...it broke my heart. I pressed your clothes against my nose, I wanted it to smell like you. I miss you so much and it hurts. I remember that stripped shirt I had bought for you, I remember how your face lit up and you said "Kene, thank you" I remember the the tenderness in your voice. My brother, my brother, Chuka my brother. I feel so alone.

I will always love you

If you are reading this tribute, please kindly offer prayers to our believed loved one - Chuka Onwudinjo. Offer masses,rosaries, and your supplications to God for him.

May the good Lord continue to bless you for the number of masses and prayers you offer for our friend and brother, as we look forward to meet him in heaven with our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.

It hurts when a dear friend is hurt. Kene dearie, may God give you and your loved ones the fortitude to bear this irreparable loss, and may He fill this great vacuum, and may God grant Chuka eternal rest in His bosom till we all meet on the resurrection day to part no more. Chuka Onwudinjo we all love you but God loves you most. RIP

Kene accept my sympathy, Sleep on Chuka

Though we never met, judging by what I read about you, you were a good soul. RIP (return if possible) my unknown friend. Kene, accept my deepest condolences and extend same to your family.

Life, Love, Breath, Dreams - Vain!

Resquiescat in pacem Nwanne

John Martins Agba

We all missed you and your love remain in our hearts. Rest in the arms of Jesus Christ

If it were what words could be bring, am sure He will still be here so you, Kene my friend, will not cry again cos I will tear out the whole dictionaries in search for the right words for you. Be bold, God is your strength!

my beloved brother, everyday it hurts. Sometimes I try not to cry. But there are times when I can no longer hold back the tears that burn my eyes, my heart, my soul. I miss you so much. I will always love you.

It was unbelievable when I heard of your passing on, we grew up in the same compound and you were a boy filled with hopes and a young man working towards achieving them. Rest in God's bosom.

i did not beleive it when i heard the news.

Hey Chuka, news of your passing away was a rude shock. I learnt from your life. You were one focused man, never gave in to distractions. I remember how we used to wait for taxi at State Housing junction to go to UCISS... Rest in the bosom of the Lord.

Hey Chuka, news of your passing away was a rude shock. I learnt from your life. You were one focused man, never gave in to distractions. I remember how we used to wait for taxi at State Housing junction to go to UCISS... Rest in the bosom of the Lord.

I will always love you...