I never get to write you a tribute Buchi nwannem. It still hurts my heart that you are not here, I am sure you would have been the best uncle to my children. I still miss you, everyone still miss you. I am glad I have gotten over your death though it took a whole lot, I was able to do that due to the fact that you are in a better place, you achieved alot though your life was short here, you made peace with your maker which was very crucial.
I learnt alot from you Buchi, you were in total support for my marriage to Chike..I just want to tell you that my union is really blessed, I know you are over there watching over us all.
Keep resting in the Lord ezigbo nwannem.

Culled from my poem titled “Oh Death!”

My brother was my best poet
His word usages made me
Call for my dictionary more often than I appreciated
His writings were extraordinary
His messages were magical
Sometimes mysterious to an ordinary head
But re-assuring when unraveled
Though he lived shortly
With his magical ink
He spelt out his life in his poems.

Buchi was an astrophysicist in the making
Summa cum laude already awaited
But you the invisible hand
Snatched him away
He was my best gentle man
Brimmed with smiles at all times
Even when he was hurting.

At 20 you felt he had served
His earthly purposes
You took him away
Though his sojourn was mysterious
He wasn’t a coward,
For those who thought otherwise
He fought the unseen forces,
Wrestled the unknown demons,
Challenged the underground,
And he once conquered them
But you Grim Reaper
Pulled up with your caravans
When he was a weakling.


Keep resting in the Lord, brother!