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Let the memory of Professor N. Y. Tadi be with us forever.
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Professor Nereus Yerima Tadi, eminent paremiologist, mentor to many, a thorough gentleman, respecter of diversity, scholar extraordinaire. We will remember him forever.
We have the audacity to personalize the tragedy of this mortal separation from you because you lit up the embers of a persevering love in the horde of us who grieve. While the encounter many of us had with you was meant to be impersonal, you humanized yourself and didn't see us as mere numbers but humans you could nurture and did nurture.
They say to be enthroned is to be enslaved. You dramatized this every day you braved your way into our classes, triumphing over cancer, lecturing on your two feet, sometimes, for up to two hours. You earned our love. We became silly, thinking we'd have you here forever. We forgot that 'nothing gold can stay'. Adieu Prof, there's a painful scar in our hearts today because you lived well. I'm proud to hold that scar.
The News of your demise shock me. You were a rare gem full with Poetic and Literary words. He was a great Linguist, Tutor, Poet, Novelist, Legend, Father, Mentor , Supervisor and above all a Lover of God. The legacies you have left behind will never be forgotten. National Association of English and Literary Studies NASELS will forever miss you Professor Nereus Yerima Tadi. Adieu till we meet again on the resurrection morning.
"Iroko" I'll call him for he stood tall, "Fair" I'll often murmur for his actions were often justifiable. It did shock, the news of his eternal sleep, yet in calmness it made me ponder on Wadsworth's lines: In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! You were a hero Professor. One we will forever remember. You showed us the light and the way and we are grateful our paths crossed yours. Adieu hero. Sleep well.
Words lack potency, If not for the diverse interpretative intuitions of silence, It'd have remained the loudest shout in the mourning celebration of a father, An Icon, A mentor, An Oasis, A well-deserved Professor!
You never taught us nonsense, For you have non in your harn, Your wordbook has mulched many!
IFF one can interfere in divinity, IFF wishes were horses, IFF blackout is evitable, 'GOODBYE' won't have been our anthem! For you have much to do, Yet nothing left undone.
Sir. Prof. N. Y. Tadi, You have fought a good fight, You have lit the path of many, You've implanted your seedlings in many, And you'll forever live!
To an epitapher, In simple terms, "HE IS A GOOD MAN"
The seeds that you have planted are germinating, You have successfully passed on the button. You remain immortal as long as humanity exist. Adieu dearest Daddy.
"The dead of each man diminishes me for I'm part of the continent." You've fought so well that everything needs must hold its peace. As it's the tradition of every good seed, it needs must die to spring up. So you slept eternally leaving us with whispers. Prof, to immortality, to literature and for Christ, rest in Peace. Amen.
Now that you are no longer with us you belongs to the ages your exceptionality, intelligence and uncompromising position on academic issues has placed you far ahead of you contemporaries In Contra-distinction even your detractors wish the same intestinal fortitude like you do. Slow to anger, quick to apologise, a characteristics of an avatar which crosses the word seldom. It is not how long a man lives, it's how well he used the little time he lived to affect his generation...
Some people were sent into our lives as builders, because they have The ability to create what has not been in existence. Prof you have built my life, using the strongest foundation. You will forever be in my heart.
Prof N.Y.Tadi is a real gem.An intellectual masterpiece whose journey to the mother earth will be missed by all. It's sad you left at this time but our creator must have cherished you more than we do for you to be called now. Eternal rest grant unto you, I pray thee.
"You can meet some people thirty, forty times down the years, and they remain amiable bystanders, like the shore lights of towns that a sailor passes at stated times but never calls at on the regular run. Conversely... you can meet some other people once or twice and they remain permanent influences on your life."
We have the audacity to personalize the tragedy of this mortal separation from you because you lit up the embers of a persevering love in the horde of us who grieve. While the encounter many of us had with you was meant to be impersonal, you humanized yourself and didn't see us as mere numbers but humans you could nurture and did nurture.
They say to be enthroned is to be enslaved. You dramatized this every day you braved your way into our classes, triumphing over cancer, lecturing on your two feet, sometimes, for up to two hours. You earned our love. We became silly, thinking we'd have you here forever. We forgot that 'nothing gold can stay'. Adieu Prof, there's a painful scar in our hearts today because you lived well. I'm proud to hold that scar.
The News of your demise shock me. You were a rare gem full with Poetic and Literary words. He was a great Linguist, Tutor, Poet, Novelist, Legend, Father, Mentor , Supervisor and above all a Lover of God. The legacies you have left behind will never be forgotten. National Association of English and Literary Studies NASELS will forever miss you Professor Nereus Yerima Tadi. Adieu till we meet again on the resurrection morning.
“TRIBUTE TO A LEGEND ON TRANSITION You Loved us, as though you bore us Raised us all as though yours Oh! “Death be not proud” Donne has said and yet we sing thy poem again! In our hearts, till eternity you live. Though you lay sound asleep crossing the last abyss. We sing your praise as you walk down the streets of gold, wearing the crown of crowns.To be remembered for ever. Live on Daddy, Till we cross over for ‘the meet again’. By Temi Ben Madi
Thank you for being a father, mentor, teacher, adviser and for seeing the best in me, God be with you till we meet again, daddy. Rest on Sir, Professor Nereus Tadi Yerima.