Happy post humous birthday Daddy. We would have all come home today,cut a cake and share a meal with you. I miss that,I miss you. Keep singing with the angels

Memories of your birthdays. Special moments, family moments. We would all gather together,cut a cake,share a meal and a prayer. You never wanted something elaborate,always loved keeping things simple.
You would have been 67 today. I miss you a whole lot. 
Happy Birthday Dad. I love You. Keep resting in the bosom of the Lord.

'Mary-t,how many weeks now? Prof asked, 20 I answered. And Prof said-Wow! We are winning,let's keep praying and hoping. And that you did- hoped,prayed and fussed over me. 
Well, we made it! God did it! She's here. It hurts that you waited this long to see her but left before she came. It really hurts.
But I know you see her, from up there. Your legacy lives on through her. 
She will hear all about you, that I promise.
Still missing you.

I remember the first time I met Prof in Uniport. From where he sat in his Mercedes Benz car he looked at me with such welcoming warmth that my young mind pondered whether he knew me before hand. From then on he adopted me as his own. Prof like a mother hen shielded his children, biological and academic. Oftentimes he would say to me, "Olaka you are just a young man and you won't understand". Indeed he was a blend of the old ways in the new. He maintained such equipoise. Somewhat he evolved from the strict, stern professor to the warm father figure I had in the department of Obstetrics and gynaecology. Prof always had a trick to share. I will not forget how often he used simple penicillin to solve delicate cases that defied the "giant" antibiotics. Need I speak of how he would teach hours on end without any aid and speak so simply that the information is clear to the listener. He would crack multiple jokes to drive home his point.
Oh my Prof, the last time we spoke you asked for prayers. We haven't stopped praying. I wish we could have prayed you back. Our loss indeed is heaven's gain. 

To Charlie-P, Mary-T and Franco, he was always proud of how you turned out. He made that so clear. To Chioma and little Adaeze (BASE O) he beamed with joy speaking of you two. Prof indeed is blessed to have you all.
His legacy will never be erased!
Farewell my Professor, the compendium!