Papa, your Adaobi’s calls went unanswered for quite a while, then I came to accept that it hasn’t been any network issues. That you aren’t in the physical anymore and our communication on that level has come to an end.
With gratitude to God, I accept all of that for God’s word in Eccl 3:1-2 reminds us that “To everything, there is a season, A time for every purpose under the heaven”.
However, writing this tribute to you Dad is another hard task to undertake in my life with several attempts to pen it terminated with an endless flow of tears. Priceless memories of the life we shared inevitably got me going.
Dad, you were a quintessential husband to mum and father to us. You loved, cared for, and provided sacrificially for us in a peaceful and Godly home. You were bubbly, fun to be with and careful with minute details. As a teenager, I can’t forget how you used to take details of both the driver and vehicle each time I was going off to school and you’d patiently wait until the vehicle leaves the terminus. Homecoming from school wasn’t any different as I looked forward to your warm reception creating the ambient environment to cushion whatever stress I was bringing.
You equally loved the extended Opiah family just as much as you did us. You reached out regularly to your siblings and their families ensuring unity, love, and peace. In fact, your love for the Opiah family and your willingness to constantly protect and promote it was described as unprecedented by your siblings.
You and mum sacrificed everything you had to see us become university graduates. I remember having to somehow end your Sunday - Sunday visits in my first year at the University just to ensure your Adaobi’s welfare because it had ‘embarrassingly’ earned me the nickname “Daddy’s girl”.
The untimely departure of mum, your beloved wife, and the attendant deterioration in your health, did not diminish your fatherly love and care towards us, steadfastly reaching out on phone and physically, praying, encouraging, and most importantly declaring blessings on us at every given opportunity.
Papa, in May 2019, when you took ill and we thought you wouldn’t make it, my husband got me on the next available flight as we prayed that God should keep you and He did. His healing grace came through and granted us the opportunity to celebrate your 80th birthday with friends and family. I still hear your voice at my departure saying “so I’ll not see you again before I die”, a statement I both rejected and encouraged you to retract but has turned out prophetic. Sadly, that turned out to be the last physical contact we would make.
Mpa, your love, your patience, your understanding, your wisdom, and your amazing sense of humor will live on inside of us forever. We shall continue in your legacy of Trusting in God, Love, Honesty, Gratitude, and Unity.
I love you so much, Papa. Goodbye, you’ll always live on in my heart.
Rest well Papa till we meet to part no more.
Deaconess Ifeoma Eche. ( Daughter)