Dearly Beloved Popsy Nwizu - Rest on in Eternal Peace ...

Forever in our hearts , Continue to rest in peace Sir.

Uncle, continue to rest in perfect peace.

Daddy, today, on what would have been your 88th birthday, I'm filled with a mix of emotions.

Though you're no longer with us, your presence still resonates in our hearts. Your wisdom, strength, and love continue to guide us every day. We celebrate not only the day you were born but also the incredible life you lived and the profound impact you made on everyone around you.

You may be gone, but your legacy lives on in the cherished memories we hold dear. Happy birthday in heaven, Dad. We love you and miss you more than words can express. ♥️

Continue to rest in peace daddy.

Still love and miss your presence, wisdom and booming voice .

Love you

Dearest Uncle,

It's been 3 years since you left us, but you remain forever in our hearts.

Your absence has left a void that can never be filled.

Rest in peace, dear uncle. You will always be missed and forever cherished

Dear Uncle, Ifeanyi ( Nwakaibeya)

We are blessed to have had you in our Lives.

Keep resting with Jesus.

Three years have passed since you left our side,
But your presence in our hearts will forever abide.
Memories of your love and laughter remain,
A guiding light through joy and pain.

We gather today, your memory we embrace,
To honour you with love, in this sacred space.
Though tears may flow and sadness may arise,
We celebrate the legacy you've left behind.

Your wisdom and strength continue to inspire,
Filling our hearts with warmth, never to expire.
We hold dear the moments we shared,
Knowing you're with us, even if not physically here.

Rest peacefully, dearest Nawakaibeya, in eternal peace,
Your love and light in our hearts will never cease.
As we remember you on this solemn day,
We send our love, forever and always.

Love you always dad.

Daa-di-mu!!!
3 years on and my heart still aches terribly for you.... still yearns for your presence and your sound counsel ....... Irreplaceable dad! Priceless father!
Archetype of earthly fatherhood as God intended: protector, provider, authority figure, extremely sacrificial, deep abiding love, compassionate, gracious, humble, consistent, reliable, dependable, honest, extremely patient, long-suffering, very gracious, displayed godliness with contentment, you were very easy to please, would keep a promise even if it hurt you, displayed godly wisdom, forgave easily, and was a peacemaker. Overall, you led by being a shining example no matter life's circumstance. You were truly a living embodiment of the type of kind of love described in 1Cor 13:4-13. Our family won the lottery on fatherhood. Continue to rest in peace until we neet again ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️.

Dearest Popsy Nwizu ✨

You will forever remain in our hearts. As we mark your earthly natal anniversary, we pray that you continue to rest in perfect peace profound.

Always
Mfon❤️

Uncle continue to rest in perfect peace

Happy birthday to an incredible dad!!!

This is a very special day and one that always touches my heart,
for it would have been your 87th birthday today.

I still feel lost without you as you always were my rock and my guiding light.
Even though you’re no longer with us, you’ll still always be my hero.

To say that I miss you is an understatement, but it is comforting to know that you are resting in the bosom of the Almighty.

Dad, I love you with every inch of my heart and I’ll continue to celebrate 15th March in your honour, until the end of days.

Happy birthday and rest well, dad.

Dearest Uncle,

Happy birthday to you in heaven.

We talk about you all the time, even today not realizing it is your birthday. 

We greatly miss you, continue to rest in the bosom of our Lord Almighty Amen.

Happy birthday in heaven Uncle Nwakaibeya!

Happy Birthday Dad,

We continue to miss and love you

Uncle may your soul continue to rest in perfect peace

Dearest Uncle,

May your soul continue to rest in the perfect peace of God in Jesus name amen .

Forever in our hearts ... Gone but never forgotten ... Rest in Perfect Peace Profound Dearest Popsy Nwizu ...

Time goes by
And what is time if not the ache that marks our past?
We wake, we sleep
We fight, we love...
And still that ache
That knowing, that you're not here...
Sleep tight, Big man.
I remember. I always will remember.

2 years gone dad, but the love has not gone down. We still try to emulate you and always imagine how you would react in certain situations.

Continue to rest in peace

Love and miss you

Dearest Daddy,

I can't believe it's been 2 years since you left this world. It still feels like it was yesterday. I miss you so much. I miss your wise counsel, your gentle nature, your warmth, your kindness, your quirky ways, your loud boisterous laugh, your smile. I just miss everything about you.

I can’t find the words to describe how wonderful a father you were. We always knew we had won the lottery with you and that is why the memories have become both more beautiful and more painful with your departure.
I know you are in a better place.

Sleep peacefully daddy and hold a light for when we meet again.

Wishing you a happy birthday dad.

Still miss you.

And at last……

You shone bright like a star that dropped from heaven
Bright, bright like a star, gentle, gentle like a feather’s touch
Everything you touched, you blessed with your light
And you bathe us in that glow for the years of heaven’s assent
Since you left, we’ve been a little blind

The tears we mourn, have left grooves in our soul
How do you say goodbye to a star?
If we could, we’d come find you
Ask the whys and bring you home
Surely God can spare you for a few more years?

Glean our pain and send us our star
Our grieving hearts can never let you go
 
You may not be here, but you’re always here
Your love and counsel we look to for succour
Crying and laughing at the moments we shared
Crying and crying at the star we lost
If heaven were a man, we’d ask for our star back
 
Good bye dad, our shining star. The tears still flow
Perhaps they will ebb tomorrow, or a different tomorrow
Time will tell, we hear you say;
But We’ve been a little lost since you left!
Hold a light for when we meet again.

Posthumous birthday wishes to my dearest “daaadi” Nwakaibeya.
You were an exceptional, warm, caring, loving, considerate and patient father. You would have been 86 today.
I know you are having a beautiful day in His bosom. 
I miss you so much. The pain is still so real and I know in time when I think about you, a smile will come to my face before a tear rolls down.
I love you forever and a day. ♥️♥️

TRIBUTE TO A DEAR UNCLE

I write on behalf of the family of late chief ,GEORGE ANYAEGBU and to express our deepest sorrow on the demise of our dear uncle, the one and only ENOCH IFEANYI NWIZU

I never knew I would be writing this tribute so soon to you, considering that is barely 5 months ago that you called to announce the death of your only sister, my mother to me.
Uncle, ever since this news I have been under a tremendous shock and would not know how to write this tribute.

My uncle NWAKAIBEYA ENOCH IFEANYI NWIZU worked very hard to bring himself to this status we know him, he brought his family and children to enviable position, he generously served humanity and enhance healthy living in the society through your handwork in your many years at TEXACO PLC .His fatherly love, care ,council, will surely be missed by all of us but God the great provider will take over .Uncle I will never forget the day you drove me to the international airport, on my first trip to EUROPE alone without a driver. this is an example of how my beloved uncle is to me. A very humble man and so caring I pray and encourage all to take heart and cry like people with hope for in Christ we shall all meet to part no more.
As we mourn his death , we will be assured that God is in control and that his grace is sufficient for us. He will give us the enablement to bear this irreparable and irreplaceable loss.
We are consoled that he lived a fruitful and successful life and also left rich legacies that will live on and by which he will be remembered.

Adieu! My great
Uncle
Goodnight
Your Niece,
EBELE ANYAEGBU

Tribute to a great and generous man.

I first met Engr (Chief) Ifeanyi Nwizu in 1975 when I was among those he employed in the then Texaco Nig Ltd. where he was already the General manager. As a Civil Engineer, I joined the Operations Department as a Construction engineer. Even though he was high up in the company, he was always friendly and condescending when dealing with subordinates.
 He was highly respected by the American Managing Director then for his managerial skills and result orientation. Engr Ifeanyi Nwizu remains unforgettable in the minds of those who worked with him because of his wonderful nature.
 May God Almighty console his dear wife, children and grandchildren for his painful exit. Eternal rest grant unto him O Lord and let perpetual light shine upon him, amen!

I planned to say ...Uncle I love your new knees so l would hear him laugh but then his laughter announced his presence.  Like always.
I said it anyway... 'Uncle I love your new knees' And he laughed some more. And we settled to eat together and for jist and laughter laced with his words of wisdom.

I Ioved that laughter most about him.

I loved they way he called his nephew, my husband 'Chichi' . Something about it made me know he loved Chidi. Something about it made Chidi feel young. He would typically respond with 'Yes uncle' with a very slight head bow. I too felt like a little girl along with him.

I enjoyed every minute of the time spent with Uncle Ifeanyi. Lessons were learned with laughter.  When it was really funny, he threw his legs and shifted the laughter one gear up.

I am grateful to God for you , Uncle. Grateful for every moment He let us have you. Every remembrance of you is blessed.

It pained us to say goodbye.  We didn't even get a chance to do so. Maybe goodbyes were not necessary.  Your life and your passing has taught us to be grateful and lean heavily again on this God who was your God.

Ucheoma (Chidi) Nwizu
Oregon,  USA

Dear Ady, Johnny, Nnenna, Chiazam, Chiemele and the Nwizu family:

I know that this moment is most likely one of pain and sorrow, but through the mist of this pain, the joyful rays from the treasured memories of your father and grandfather cannot fail to shine through.

Take solace in his memory, and in the firm knowledge that he lived well, and that he lived long to see his children grow and become fathers and mothers themselves, to imbibe his ethics, to pass those ethics on to his grandchildren, and thus, to continue his legacy. Take heart in the assurance that he continues to be with you in thought and in spirit, even though physically absent.

I pray that fortitude abides with you all at this time, as you give to your father and grandfather, a most befitting farewell. Remember that “perils, and misfortunes, and want, and pain, and injury, are more or less the certain lot of every person that cometh into the world”. It behoves us therefore, to fortify ourselves with courage and patience, that time, the great healer, may work its marvellous mystery and etch forever within our hearts, the joyful memory of your father and grandfather, Engr. Enoch Ifeanyi NWISU, who lived well, carried out his duties exceedingly well, and who has now taken a bow from the stage that we call life. 

To uncle Nwizu; farewell Sir, and Godspeed.

Posted By: Chuka Nwizu

A Tribute to My Dear Uncle, Enoch Ifeanyi Nwizu (Nwakaibeya)

“Uncle, good afternoon” “Ahh, Chu-Chu, your family has arrived, how are you my dear?” followed by a cheerful smile and a fond scratch with his fingers on the top of my head. That is my fondest childhood memory of my dearest Uncle Ifeanyi. He would always light up with joy at the sight of one of his little nephews or nieces who he hadn’t seen in awhile, especially during our annual Christmas visits to Nnewi. He couldn’t resist to give that fond scratch on the top of your scalp. I use to chuckle when I saw one of my cousins, like Obinna get that love, they would chuckle back when it was me. That was our dear Uncle’s trademark show of love, and when you hadn’t seen him in awhile, he would let you know. I remember seeing Uncle the first time returning from the U.S as a grown man and he still fondly gave me that scratch on the head. I will miss those head scratches from my dear Uncle as well as his exuberant laughter; anyone who knows my Uncle knows the laughter I’m reminiscing on.

My heart is saddened as I write this tribute. I know death is inevitable, a journey we all must take, but when one you hold with so much reverence passes abruptly, with no warning or a protracted illness, a void is created and many questions to God are asked. I do not always know how and why God in his infinite ways architects certain doings in our lives, thus my questions, but I’ve been told to accept all things joyous or painful as his plan. Something I have had some difficulty accepting, especially at times like this or when I lost my beloveth mother, Lady Uzoamaka Nwizu, sixteen years ago.

I remember a few years after my mother’s passing reaching out to my dear Uncle, to intercede in the prolonged dispute between my father and I. I did so because I knew Uncle Ifeanyi was the most diplomatic of all my father’s brothers. He was always practical, fair, objective and would find a sage resolution that would try to remedy all concerned. Uncle, invited all involved to his Festac Lagos residence to discuss and work through a solution. Invited were my father, Dr. Chimezie Nwizu; my siblings, Chinelo and Ugo; Uncle BC, as another mediator; and myself. I still remember Uncle Ifeanyi’s opening address to the group; he welcomed us to his home, then preceded to layout a well thought out format for the meeting. He then said something that stood out to me that day, he implored all to use their opportunity to talk, focused on the facts and solutions to the dispute. He cautioned that he would interrupt anyone wasting their talk time on bickering about what aggrievement they thought had been done to them. In his opinion enough of that had been done already and the time for healing was upon us. That was a hard pill to swallow for me because I had a lot I wanted to vent, but I had to abide by my Uncle’s rules and as the meeting progressed I saw the wisdom in his philosophy. I followed his instructions and thankfully wasn’t cautioned during the meeting. Uncle, true to his words was stern and kept the discussions focused. During an intermission, Aunty Ezim, Mama Adaora, catered us to a delicious meal. It was the most tranquil discussion I’d had with my father since my mother’s passing. Though a deal wasn’t reached that day, we came closer to terms than ever before the visit. When I got back to Abuja, Uncle called, advising me to stay on a path to peace and that the discussions continued. He prayed for me, that God would continue to give me the wisdom and patience needed to arrive at a solution. He also wanted there to be healing between his brother and his niece and nephews. As I did back then during our phone conversation, I will do again today: I thank you, my dear Uncle; for your peacemaking efforts; your fairness; objectiveness and especially for caring for the well-being of you dear nephew.

These are a couple of memories of my dear Uncle I felt I needed to express in my tribute.

The whole extended Nwizu family across the globe mourns you my sage Uncle. You were a great Uncle, a great husband, a great father, a great grandfather, a great brother, a great cousin, a great in-law and a great pillar of the Samson Nwizu clan. You were kind, hospitable, loving and generous, and we all loved and continue to love you very much.

You left your mark on this earth, clear for all to see: Your accomplishments in Engineering; your achievements at Texaco, becoming the company’s first Nigerian General Manager and Director, thereby opening many doors for others to follow; your accomplishments as an entrepreneur in private business; but most of all, you provided for your family and together with your beautiful wife, Aunty Ezim, raised four amazing children: Adaora, Ngozi, Ikenna and Nnamdi. The Indian philosopher, Buddha once said: “The value of one’s life is not based on how long we live, but how much we contributed to the lives of others.” In that score my dear Uncle you passed with honors. Your legacy now continues in all of us, your children, grandchildren, nephews and nieces. We all must embody the spirit of Enoch Ifeanyi Nwizu in the way we live our lives; charity, fairness to others, putting our best foot forward in all our endeavors, kindness and diplomacy in our dealings.

I thank you again, for all your love, advice, your prayers for me and the example you set by the way you lived your life. There is nothing more I could want or ask from an Uncle. Sleep well, my dear Uncle.

Dear Ady, Johnny, 'the Girls' & family

What can I say at a time like this when words seem so feeble at moments like these...When at a loss it's always safe to take refuge in prayer or contemplation. I can't pretend to know what you're going through as you grieve; but know that I stand alongside you in the dark times. My heart is with you in your time of sorrow. Life is precious and to those that live on, death is such a thief.

I pray that the love of God enfolds you in your journey through grief! May the sorrow you feel in your heart lighten by the love that surrounds you!! May your loving memories of Popsie bring you peace, comfort and strength!!!

Thomas Bailey Aldrich said that what is lovely never dies but passes into another loveliness. Never has that been more apt. In the Book of Proverbs, we are urged to say not that in grief he is no more, but in thankfulness that he was. The object isn't to forget but to remember to go on. Popsie may have gone from this life but always remember that he lived a full and blessed life which have all who had the good fortune of knowing him, memories too beautiful and profound to forget.

Finally, Maya Angelou said a great soul serves everyone all the time. A great soul never dies, it brings us together again and again. May Popsie's great soul rest in peace as he is reunited with God Almighty! Amen

Engr. Sir Charles and Lady Roseline Orji JP

Tribute to E.I. NWIZU

My heart was broken to hear that our dear childhood friend E.I has left to be with his maker our lord, in whose hands are the 4 corners of the earth.

Our relationship from primary school days cannot adequately be summarised in script nor be eloquently expressed in words, because they span over three (3) generations of both families from our parents who knew us by name and our spouses too.

E.I, we do not know but God knows all things that he has set in his time. For over seventy (70) years we have been pals, from our primary school at St Michael's' Aba in the 1940's through to university and then to settled life in Lagos in the 1980's. Our homes have always been a rendezvous. 

One appreciates the enormity of this departure ... E.I has a left a vacuum in our lives. On hearing this sad news I was melancholic, a great burden is placed on the heart of all who mourn his departure. We commiserate with the entire family, the wife Vicki ,the children, the siblings - we commit your lives into the hands of God. That he who is able to keep you from falling, the only wise God who comforts all who mourn and are in distress keep you in his bosom and his arms.

How can we describe E.I: a bosom friend; forthright; in whole there is no guile; a friend in need that is a friend in deed; a man of humble upbringing; not given to flamboyance or showmanship; though capable, whose speech is to edify and lift up; not double faced - a rarity of our time; an astute manager of resources that led him to the pinnacle of the Nigerian Oil and Gas industry. He was the first indigenous Managing Director of Texaco Nigeria Limited where he retired honourably. You can see a man who excelled in his work, he shall come before Kings. it is better to earn recognition into position than to manoeuvre into it.

Adieu E.I

May the lord receive your soul in perfect peace .
Bye bye till we meet at Jesus feet. 

Tribute by Ogbueshi Uche and Ogbueshi Com Chigbo

Tribute to a very decent gentleman, Ifeanyi Nwizu fondly called Ify by a good number of us

Ify you were one in a million, loving husband and father, very caring , a real gem, God fearing and upright ...you were indeed an Angel on Earth Ify.

Uche and I can never forget the love and care you and your darling wife showed me when I went into diabetic coma, you accommodated me for months and brought in one of the best doctors to treat me ..

You are forever loved and will be greatly missed...

May God in His infinite mercy grant you eternal rest

Sleep on our dearest Ify

Ogbueshi Uche and Ogbueshi Com Chigbo

The news of your demise brought in mixed feelings. I wondered why you had to leave this way... But,can we question God? He's all knowing. I remember the role you played when I was getting married. You were very instrumental, that , I appreciate.
Our light has gone off,a hero has fallen,the music has stopped playing.

Adieu great uncle,adieu vigour and vitality personified!! Till we meet to part no more.

Augustine Okuh

   A Tribute to Our Dear Uncle Ifeanyi

Your Death came as a shock to us and as you sit in the arms of the Lord, your entire family will miss your terribly.
Uncle you were such a generous kind hearted and peaceful person, You had so much love in your heart for everyone and I truly admired you and your family so much,they were so lucky to have had you in their lifes.
Death is inevitable, it is a journey that everyone must take. Often times we wish death wasn’t a part of life, we wish we would just stay alive on earth with our near and dear ones not dying. But unfortunately, we cannot. Our prayer is that we fulfill our days on earth and grow old like you uncle before our time is up.
We also pray that that your soul uncle will rest in perfect peace.
Your body might be gone from this world but your spirit will live on in our hearts forever.


Udoka Nwizu

This is tribute is to my uncle, Ifeanyi aka Nwakaibeya

I was shocked when I heard of your demise. Your Death came as a shock to us and as you sit in the arms of the Lord, I couldn’t believe it when I was told that you had passed. How? Uncle Ifeanyi can’t just die like that? Certainly not when we least expected Sometimes when I wake up in the Morning I still hope its was a dream and it hurts knowing that you are gone forever.

We will cherish every single moment we spent with you here on earth. It’s all right as each of us have the Lord beside us as we say our farewells. The last time we saw was when you and Aunty Ezim visited Ngozi in the states. Little did I know it was my last time of seeing you, But who are we to question God. We all know that death is inevitable its something each and everyone of us most pass through in this Life.

You were a man of peace and a peace maker. No matter the circumstances you always looked for a way to make peace and made everyone around you happy. You were just like a Father to everyone and always cared to listen to everyone’s problems.

Your body might be gone from this world but your spirit will live on in our hearts forever.
Sleep on, dear Uncle till we meet to part no more.



Engr Chukwunonso Nwizu

Uncle, you were a symbol of love, icon of quality, epitome of generosity and embodiment of honesty. How we say that death is wicked, without understanding the scriptures, without understanding the time we are in today, No wonder the bible says that everything on earth has it's time, a time to be born and a time to die.
Uncle ifeanyi, as was fondly called was a cheerful giver and a hardworking man. He will always encourage his people and anyone around him in things that will help them in life.
what a wonderful, superb and terrific uncle I had, but now, death has taken him away from us.
Nobody has right to question God.
Uncle, peace maker, goodnight, rest in peace

Obinna Nwizu

As the newest member of your family, I really do not know what and how to write a tribute to you. Ngozi and I got married in December 2019 and since then I had been looking forward to creating fun and beautiful memories with you. A lot of wonderful and amazing things have been said about you since you passed. It pains me that I did not have the opportunity to experience much of these. Nonetheless, I met you a few times directly and many more times indirectly through your frequent interactions with your daughter, Ngozi. 

I met you for the first time in December 2016 when you and mummy visited Ngozi in Houston. I was at Ngozi'splace to help her move pieces of furniture.  The encounter was the first time I closely observed your intellectual curiosity and broad knowledge on a number of issues. I recall when you asked me what I did for a living. I told you I was a Ph.D. candidate in economics. In the course of our conversation, you learned of my varied background in physics, mathematics, and engineering prior to studying for a Ph.D. degree in economics. Right away, you engaged me in a conversation. We talked at length about physics, engineering, your graduate school days at Ohio State University, world economy, and of course Nigerian politics and socio-economic issues. You asked why I abandoned core sciences for the dismal science. I argued that economics especially macroeconomics shares a lot with physics. Both fields study dynamical systems, with economics being the harder of the two because of the inherent human factor, which complicates things. I enjoyed my time with you and never saw you again until August 2019. 

You were said to be an intellectual, a smart engineer, and a good manager of people. I learned of your dedication to your family and how you took very good care of your immediate and extended family members. You were an honorable man, a man of peace, and you were humble. You were fair, just, and worked to unite people. A true family man. You called Ngozi every Saturday to check up on her. I knew this because I witnessed a lot of these calls. I still remember how you sent one of Ngozi's friends to check on her because you were unable to reach her on the phone one Saturday. During the lockdown, Ngozi and I had a WhatsApp video call with you. I recall you saying something about my grown beard. I didn’t know that would be the last time we had a real conversation. 

I had hoped to play golf with you this summer before the lockdown changed everything and you and mummy could not travel. To make up for my limited memories of you, I've read all the tributes others have written about you. Knowing that you lived a good life, I am happy to treasure the vicarious memories of you that I have. Adieu, sir! Nwakaibeya, ogalanya mmadu, ezigbo nna, ijeoma! 

Your newest son
Emeka N Ihuarulam

Dearest Popsy Nwizu - It is with deep sorrow and sadness that I write this tribute to you. With all your achievements, you remained a God-fearing, humble, loving, caring, kind-hearted soul and truly admirable husband, father, grandfather, uncle and role model.

I recall with warmth your regular visits to your Ada’s and (acquired) son’s - Johnny’s - home in London. You’d say in your classic ‘boom-box’ voice - “Mfon! Are you still in Lagos? We don’t see you!” I’d apologise weakly and promise to be better. You’d chuckle and say a warm welcome.

Another recent fond memory was seeing you at Bushey hospital when I came by to wish Aunty a speedy recovery after her surgery. There you were diligently and lovingly by her side watching Aunty and I having a banter about her recovery and all what not. As I was leaving I offered to drop you off at (Ady’s & Johnny’s) home but you insisted on staying till the appointed end of visiting time when your cab would arrive. Your ever so warm and welcoming smile, raucous laughter and fatherly presence in the Mozie household will be so sadly missed!

Your death came as a rude shock. We did not expect it as we prayed fervently for your full recovery. We even felt it in our bones that you would recover and regale us of your experience the next time you were over here in London. But alas it was not meant to be. God in His infinite wisdom knows best.

How we all wish we had more time to continue to appreciate you.

You touched so many lives by your selfless, level-headed nature as well as countless acts of kindness.

I pray that the Lord comforts and sustains your entire loving family - Aunty Ezim, Ady, Johnny, Nnenna, Chiazam and Chiemelie; Ngozi and Emeka; Ikenna, Nwando and their kids; Nnamdi, Nnenna, and their kids; and the rest of the extended Nwizu family of nephews and nieces (Obiora, Ada, Uche, Nneka and others); your sister, brothers and cousins - now and always.

Your body might be gone but your spirit, legacy and the loving memories will live on in our hearts.

As Shakespeare put it, “we cannot hold mortality's strong hand ...” Good-night, Dearest Popsy Nwizu, “as flights of angels sing thee to thy rest”.

May Your Soul Rest in Peace Profound. 

Love Always...❤️
Mfon Akpan

My uncle is one of the kindest man I have ever seen. He helped start our family business, the only gas station in Oguta in those days. When I finished NYSC and came over to Lagos to begin life like most young people did in those days, I stayed over with him and his family. During that time, I learnt how to be a godly daddy by observing the way he runs his home. I still remember how we would come out in the morning for morning devotion, how he would make us take turns to discuss the Bible and pray.
Uncle was kind, loving and humble. Uncle was also a wonderful example to me of how a husband should carry his family along. I remember when I went to see him at her daughter’s house when he visited the States. I pretended that I had come alone without my wife. He told me to go back and bring my wife. I love you uncle. I know you’re in the bosom of our Father.

A tribute by Dr. Ibe Kachikwu
(Former Minister of State Petroleum)

I am at pains to say a few words about a man who was a mentor, teacher, guardian and supporter all rolled into one. At times its like these words fail us.

Enoch was as good an engineer as he was a manager; as good a mentor as he was a brother and father; as good a unifier as he was a protector. I met him as I toddled through my corporate adolescent years at a time when he was easily the maestro of corporate governance and management in Nigeria’s downstream oil sector.

He taught me most of those key principles and tenets that set me on my way to my modest achievements in the sector. Everyone of us who worked under him loved him even when he wielded the big stick because you knew he was right , fair, just and meant the best for even the disciplined. He bore no grudges had a large warm heart but spoke his convictions loud and clear.

We will all miss him. And will miss more his mentorship.

God bless this wonderful man and may the Good Lord receive his gentle soul

Dr Ibe Kachikwu
Former Minister of State Petroleum

Uncle, I had an interpersonal bond with you from the very first day l came into the Nwizu's family as a wife. the last time you spoke to me was on my sick bed where you promised to come and see me and the kids after the pandemic, you prayed for me to get well soon, little did l know that will be my last time to ever hear your voice.
I found it hard to believe that you are no more; my eyes and heart are heavy because of your exit. The vacuum created by your death is what cannot be replaced in the Nwizu's family. You were a lover of God and humanity, a wise and humble man. You touched so many lives and
you were one man, everybody l came across within my over 14 years as a Nwizu had something good to say or talk about, a father to all and you were my "very special friend". Your humility is out of this world,
so humble to the extent that all it takes to host you is just chin-chin and groundnut, l remember years back when we were preparing for my late father in-law's burial and you had to be coming to lyana lpaja every weekend for meetings, all Obinna would say to me was l need to get chin -chin because uncle ifeanyi loves it.
I will miss you dearly, your legacy lives on. Your contributions, love, selflessness to the whole of the Nwizu's family cannot be quantified.

Adieu Sir
Sleep on good man
Rest in the lord blossom

Joy Nwizu

It has taken me a while to write this as i have not known where to start. What i mean is do i start as Uncle met me back in the late 80's in Nigeria or do i go with when he really saw more of me in the UK because he associated me differently in both countries. Though i believe and rightly so that i am part of the throw blankets at the Mozie household in the UK where he saw me pouncing in with my loud voice falling over myself that i disturbed his TV program but he would just greet me with his big smile as i would lean down to hug him. In the beginning i would say to Adaora does he even remember me and she would give me a look like i was crazy and say of course he remembers you....you fixture and fitting! He was an awesome man that i enjoyed being around especially watching him with the family and how he took in the rest of us strays that turned up at the Mozie house as he would take a big interest in our lives. What I truly remember with fondness, was being around the whole Nwizu family at Nnewi many many many years ago and the joy of the compound was the love of uncle and his siblings not just coming together as one but living as one unit in their compound. Every time i saw him, i was reminded of that family unity which he passed down to his wonderful children! Adieu Uncle, sleep gently with our Saviour for you have done your job here on earth...In Jesus Mighty Name

There are very few men that have influenced me significantly and earned my utmost regard. Ranking very high on that list was my dearest “Daddy GeeGee”.

They say you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone. I say I knew exactly what I had while I did. “Daddy Gee“ my surrogate dad; someone that made me feel safe, secure, loved, valued, and respected. As long as you were in the picture, I knew I had nothing to worry about... I was not alone in this boat. 

I never felt any pressure to pretend or play the “perfect daughter-in-law role “in order to gain your approval. You made it so easy for me to relate to you frankly and without fear of judgement. It was OK to be me. From the moment I came into your home in 2004, I seamlessly and automatically joined the pecking order. I became one of your daughters amongst the other children you had inherited along your journey.

Our last “supper” together in my home was typical. You had your usual starters, red wine and mixed nuts and then a most sumptuous dinner (at least that’s what you had said). You then proceeded to give Ikenna immense grief, reeling out the many traditional rites he needed to fulfill on account of my fathers’ funeral and grilling him on his state of preparedness. You were totally in your element and that brought temporary relief to my aching heart. Who would’ve ever imagined that it would be the last time we would see you...

Your passing is still surreal to me to be quite honest. You didn’t even know when my dad was eventually laid to rest a couple of months after. You were so full of LIFE. Why did I think you to be so invincible?
When I told my siblings you tested positive for COVID 19, they all told me not to worry; “your father-in-law is as tough as nails” they said. I prayed for you but also took it for granted that you would shrug it off. I’d seen God help you do that a couple of times. This time would be no different...

I wrote in your 80th birthday tribute that 1936 gifted the world with two exceptionally great men; my dad and yourself. Now, 4 years later, I lose both of you months from each other.

Who’s going to grill us on “ome n'ani ndi Igbo" making sure the customs you hold dear don’t fall through the cracks?

Who’ll care enough to ensure those in “my boat” continue to feel secure, important?

Where would “umu ejima” run amok completely with you constantly adding fuel to their fire and defending them all the way? Certainly not in my house !

In all this, I remain grateful to God for all the awesome times we had together, for totally having my back through the hard times and thankful that I was able to tell you just how much all that meant to me while you were here. I’m also glad you saw most of what you had hoped and prayed for, fulfilled.

I WILL MISS YOU DADDY GEE... the stories, the dinners, your hearty laughter, your thunderous "hellooooos!”....

We can only strive to keep your legacy alive: Dare to step into the shoes you have been moulding for our feet; Defend the underdog, Build bridges and mend old ones, Fight fair; winning at conflict without losing at Love, Judge dispassionately, Live more sacrificially, Work hard and play a little harder though, Walk in integrity and hold the family name in high esteem.

I’m most certain you are in a great place; a city whose builder is God and where the streets are paved in Gold. I hope the grandeur of it all isn’t a bit too much for you though.

You can now play your golf as often as you want, help my dad polish up his own golfing skills, watch endless tennis/football matches, eat the most delicious fish and pair it with the finest wine. You’ll be A-OK!

Till we meet again,

Your loving daughter, Nwando

My dearest uncle, it is with very mixed feelings that I write this tribute. Feelings of deep sadness and sorrow of your passing but also a great sense of gratitude to God for the man that you were and that I was truly blessed to have had you as my uncle.

My childhood memories of you were pretty simple; us visiting you on sundays in Ikoyi, being welcomed with your usual affectionate greeting of spreading your fingers, reaching down and scratching us vigorously right in the middle of the head, something which became harder for you to do as we all grew taller.

I guess your impact in my life changed about 16 years ago, during the darkest moments of my life, when I lost my mother and all the traumatic events that took place with her passing. You went from just being my jolly good fellow uncle to being our succor, the only one who really stood up for my siblings and I, the only one who cared enough to stand for what was right and just, irrespective of who was involved.

You shone your light of righteousness, justice and equity into our very dark situation and gave us some little semblance of hope and comfort that we were truly not alone during those very trying times. It is ironic, but we oftentimes truly do learn some of our lives greatest lessons during our lives most trying moments. And during those moments, I learnt that in every situation, no matter how bad, or how dire, one person was enough to make a difference. Not necessarily to change the outcome of the event, but to change the impact of the outcome on those involved and greatly affected by what is going on. Thank you for being that one person.

Over the years, I have continued to witness your selflessness, benevolence, compassion, the fairness, and objectivity you brought to every situation, your devotion to family and the very evident love you gave and received. Your were truly in every sense of the word a wonderful husband, father grandfather and uncle, infact your kids won the mega lottery in fathers. You were always the calming voice of reason in every heated argument.

It’s is often said, it is not how long but how well one lives that matters, and as much as we would have wanted you here much longer, you truly lived well and long, a good, long life filled with so much love and wonderful memories.

And now, as I put my pen to paper, and try to write a eulogy befitting of the man you were, I realize that I never actually thanked you for what you did for us...guess I too, just never thought of you leaving. Thank you for being our peacemaker, the voice of fairness and reason in our situation, for rallying around my siblings and I.

As was so aptly said, we cannot take a fight to God’s doorstep, we can only thank Him for the man that you were, the life that you lived and your beautiful legacy that now lives on in all of us who were blessed to know you. Adieu, my great uncle, Nwakaibeya, a man truly greater than his peers.

A TRIBUTE TO NWAKAIBEYA, BY IKENNA NWIZU – YOUR DIOKPALA

My Dearest Dad,

It’s the second time I’m writing to you this way. After your 80th, I had looked forward to my next tribute to you and was counting down the years to 90. I never thought I would write again so soon.

The year was 2006, a little over a year after our wedding, Nwando & I. You had insisted on coming over to our home to visit, you and mom and couldn’t understand why we still hadn’t invited you guys over. You see, things were pretty tough then, starting out and all. We only had our bedroom ready then, in the three-bedroom bungalow we managed to knock together – the living room was still under construction. We had hoped to make our home more presentable before inviting you guys over. But you weren’t having this. I recall how you eventually invited yourself over for Saturday lunch, insisting on visiting, no matter how “beautiful” our home was. The day came and true to form, there you were at our front door, with mom. We couldn’t afford proper chairs at the time and so, we all sat on OK Plastic chairs around a collapsible wooden table, which I had taken from the family home; the chairs being part of the retail merchandise issued by then V-mobile to me, being a Dealer of SIM cards and recharge vouchers at the time. If my memory serves me well, the chair you sat on, buckled at some point, causing you to fall flat on the floor. I thought to myself at that moment, “you see, this is why I didn’t want to invite you guys in the first place, now look at this”. Thankfully, you weren’t hurt. You picked yourself up very quickly, even before we made it to your aid. You dusted yourself and asked for another chair and continued chatting like nothing happened.

This is who you were, daddy. You knew how to abase and abound - a very content man indeed. You taught us, all your children, to work hard and learn to live within our means. To never look over our shoulders…to take pride in honest gain. To always temper ambition with caution and to never to be ashamed of whom one was.

“Pursue peace with all people, and holiness, without which no one will see the Lord” - Hebrews 12:14;
You wore this scripture like a sleeve. Of all your enviable attributes, you were most known for being a man of peace. You actively sought it and pursued it, often at great cost to self. You always judged issues with even scales and were never partisan, no matter who was involved. People often cited you as being the binding force in the Nwizu clan - central to the peace we have enjoyed as a family. You taught me about compromise and sacrifice. To pursue selflessness - to always wear the shoes of the other party. You were indeed a gift, to me, my siblings, my mom, your brothers, the Nwizu clan, your friends, to the world.

Another attribute that exemplified your person was integrity. Going through your personal items, when we cleared out your stuff from the family home, I came across two commendation letters issued to you by Texaco Nigeria Limited (Your employer for the better half of your career life). The first (in 1983) was a commendation and award of a cash gift of USD 3,500, in recognition of your tireless efforts in securing the repatriation of USD 13.6m, for Texaco. The second was a commendation and cash gift of USD 5,000 in 1986, in recognition of your successful negotiation of “Approved Status” for Texaco’s investments in Texaco Nigeria limited, which enabled the repatriation of outstanding earnings in Texaco’s Lagos Division, at the time running into tens of millions of dollars. Being the first ever Nigerian to be appointed GM of Texaco Nigeria Ltd and to sit on the Board of Texaco as an Executive, you had tremendous powers available to you, to benefit and enrich yourself, albeit at the expense of Texaco. In the course of your 28yr career with the Company and 16yrs as GM and Board Member, many such “opportunities” would come and go; yet you remained untainted. I never knew you to take what wasn’t yours – a tenet now imbibed in us, your children. They just don’t make them like you anymore…

You loved God with a passion. With all my Pentecostalism, I never could match up with your dedication and commitment to God. You would wake up very early, every morning at past 5 and would be seated with your bible in hand at about half-six, diligently studying the Word of God. You would then hold family devotions by 7am…I can still hear your raucous bellows - the most ‘boring’ songs from your hymnal…”Old Rugged Cross”, et al. In all this, what seemed like dogma to most, was in fact a deep seated faith, which pervaded everything you did. Your faith and your love for God, defined who you were. You were not known for verbose prayers, the working of miracles, speaking in tongues, prophecies or faith for healing, but you lived 1Corinthians 13 – Your love for people was practical and real. You always rooted for the little guy.

Since you’ve been gone, I have struggled to make sense of it all. I have my good and bad days, sometimes even angry days. I find myself often walking back my steps, questioning every decision relating to your care, which I/we (your children) took in the weeks leading to your passing…wondering if we got it right. The pain is like nothing I have ever experienced. Your exit was rather sudden and unprecedented. There are many things I had wanted to ask you, many stories yet untold. You were my centre, my sounding board, my advisor. You kept me anchored in a way that no one could. You’ve left a void that is difficult to fill. You’ve broken many hearts. Why now? Why this way? Death is so final…

Throughout your battle with this hellish virus, two moments stand out as being most memorable, even if negatively so. The first was the day after you were admitted into the hospital. Your health was failing then, but you were still conscious, though weakened from the effects of the virus. We managed to speak with you for about half a minute, mom, Johnny, Ady, Ngo, Nnamdi and myself. We all told you how much we loved you and that you were in good hands. “You were going to be okay”, we promised. I can never forget your response…in a frail whisper at odds with your usual gruff manner of speaking, you said, “I didn’t know it would come to this”.

Another such moment was the account of your last conscious minutes, before you were put on a ventilator. We had quizzed the doctor who stood in as liaison between the hospital and the family, curious about your demeanor in the moments before you were intubated. She had mentioned that the ventilator was placed at the corner of your room, the moment you were admitted and that you had been counseled about the possibility of being hooked up to it, if it came to that. We asked her is you were ever afraid and she had reported that you showed no fear at all and were on the contrary, reassured by the prospect of the ventilator being a contingency plan, should all fail. When the moment came, we were told, you were counseled once more and advised that it was time. You were asked if you had anything to say. Your last words were, “do what you have to do”. Vintage dad…practical and fearless. Odogwu nwoke ka e bu. I can only dream of being half the man you were. Whilst you have left shoes too big for me to fill, my promise to you is to always try. I love you deeply…perhaps too much. The principles you lived by, the sacrifices you made; they will remain etched in my heart. Your memory shall live on, your good works shall be a voice in the hereafter.

“In My Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also. And where I go you know, and the way you know." - John 14:2‭-‬4; ‬‬‬‬
Even as your light has gone out and the curtains drawn, I find consolation in this; that you are indeed in a better place. You often wondered about the hereafter…what it would be like. You don’t have to wonder anymore – the City of Gold, pure as glass – the walls of Jasper with foundations of Sapphire, Chalcedony, emerald, Sardonyx, Sardius, Crysolite, Beryl, Topaz, Chrysoprase, Jacinth and Amethyst – A City whose Light is God - Now you see it. I know that you will shine in that City, just as you did on this side of the divide. May your crowns be plentiful, your reward, bountiful. Nwakaibeya – the child that is greater than his peers. You will always live in my heart. Sleep well, my father. Till we meet again…

Your Loving Son

Ikenna

Oh grandpa, how we wish you were still alive. We have really missed you for the past few weeks you have not been here with us. We are so sad you left us like this. If we knew that you would leave, we would have stayed longer before leaving when we visited you in Festac in March this year.

Grandpa how we wish you were here to play with us (Naeto, Neso and Naz). We all wish you were here to give us skittles, and biscuits. We will miss you taking us to the shop to buy toys for us.

Oh God, where did our grandpa go! Why did you let our grandpa die now? How I wish you would let our grandpa live till we grow up so we can buy things for him the way he buys for us now. Why did you do this to us! We still want to enjoy our time with our grandpa. How I wish you were still alive; I would have been very happy. but you not so we are very sad.

We love you Grandpa. May your soul rest in peace forever and ever in Jesus name. Amen
Your granddaughter
Nesomachi Nwizu

Tribute to my Dear Uncle

Just when we thought you were getting better to return home, the sad news hit us so hard. Sad as it is to grasp the void created by your sudden demise, we have restrained from questioning God knowing that you are in a better place- resting peacefully. God always needs Angels by His side- He chooses the BEST.

My uncle was a man whose heart is as sweet as the smile he wore on his face from sunrise to sunset. He carried everyone along and once you came in contact with him, he becomes a blessing to not just you but to your family.

Myself and siblings are all lucky to have him as Uncle. With his help, my sweet aunty his wife (Onyenwe my Mum) was able to pull us along. I wouldn't forget my first and most memorable trip to Lagos as a young girl- all made possible by him providing a vehicle to convey us to and from Lagos. My big cousins capped that trip by driving us around Lagos. I still remember that despite his busy schedule, on getting back home he would always ask if we went sightseeing with Adaora.

Nwakaibeya my Uncle, the Provider is a lover of God, smart, kind, compassionate and loving gentleman and has carved his name on hearts where it can never be wiped off- death cannot end your kindness and love for all. For ever you will live in our hearts as we work to emulate your acts of kindness. Pick a hobby you enjoy doing to stay healthy and fit- my Uncle was an ardent GOLFER who never missed his weekly long hours of golfing.

Farewell to a Great Man, my dear Uncle

Legan Chioma Okuh-Ndubisi

TRIBUTE TO MY BROTHER-IN-LAW
LATE ENGR. ENOCH I. NWIZU

My beloved brother-in-law the news of your demise reached me as a thunderbolt, melted me like ice on top a mountain on a hot summer day and pushed me unto the couch where I kept weeping and sweating without knowing what to do. While on this sorrowful mood, my husband, my daughter and son-in-law rushed to me and asked what was wrong, I murmured "Nwizu is dead".

He was the most loving, influential and helpful brother-in-law that I have. As a matter of fact, he was a father to me and my siblings during the Nigerian-Biafra Civil War. He took me and my elder sisters to his house in Port Harcourt and then to Nnewi where he cartered for us throughout the period of the war thus reducing the burden for my late father who had fifteen children to carter for. He treated us like his children. Every member of my family is always welcome to his house with or without information. His kindness to people knew no bounds.

Everyone, do join me in praying to God to grant the soul of Engr. Enoch I. Nwizu a nitch in the bossom of Abraham and also pray for my beloved sister "Onyenwem" and family the fortitude to bear this irrepairable loss.

Signed
Lady. Virginia Nkechi Okuh

Dear Daddy Nwizu,
I feel like I know you without having met you. I see your influence in the larger than life personalities and big heartedness of your daughters Adaora and Ngozi. I’ve laughed at the hilarious comments of yours that Adaora freely shared with friends. Her great love, affection and respect for you always shone through. Your passing away has left your family devastated, but I hope they will take comfort in the wonderful memories of the time spent with you, and in the knowledge that you lived a very full and happy life and were loved and appreciated by many. Rest in peace. 

ENOCH IFEANYI NWIZU - A TRIBUTE
The news of the passing to glory of Enoch Ifeanyi Nwizu was a thunderous shock. I did not know he was ill.
Ifeanyi’s elder brother Ven. Chike Nwizu was my classmate in secondary school and we have remained very good friends till date. I started hearing about Ifeanyi’s brilliance from school. He confirmed this by making a first class degree in Engineering.
He had a very successful career with Texaco where he rose to the enviable position of General Manager and Director of Texaco Nigeria Limited.
I got to know him well while he was at Texaco. For many years we attended the same church.
Ifeanyi was a diligent Christian. He was hard working, straight talking, and honest. He fought for his right and for the right of fellow Nigerians at Texaco. He was a rewarder of excellent performance.
He ran the company he founded on retirement, Zenina Limited, with zeal and ingenuity. For two decades before he passed on to glory.
Ifenayi loved his family dearly and gave them his best. I pray that the Lord comforts his darling wife, children, grand-children, relatives and all of us who loved Ifeanyi.
May his soul rest in peace.

Felix Ohiwerei.