Shared by Iphie Ugonabo on September 13, 2019
Dad was no ordinary teacher. He was gifted at capturing peoples’ minds, hearts and souls. He taught us. He taught Mum too. 
He was crazy about Maths. Then English, Physics, Chemistry and Further Maths...read up the texts to teach us. 
He loved being a geologist and we, his imaginary students grew accustomed to words like basalt, quartzites, petrology, mineralogy, marangudzi dyke...lawd! We didn’t even understand much but, we sure enjoyed watching him in his element. 
#Nnenwanyi #lifestory #myhero
Shared by Iphie Ugonabo on September 13, 2019
Daddio, mum cried today. She wept. Only you could’ve understood that soulful cry. 
I think there’s so much she wants to say. Of course, I stopped her. Not exactly in the way you would have though. I tried. That’s our reality. 
I know you felt her too. Not exactly what you’d have loved to see. Left me a bit cranky. I have never questioned God. I am not about to. Not now. Not ever.  
BTW, I’m at the ICAN gala nite, Oliver D’Coque’s son has just done justice to some of your favs. I’m much better now.
#Nnenwanyi #lifestory
Shared by Iphie Ugonabo on September 13, 2019
Dad loved his siblings so much. He spoke so highly of them. Always excitedly reminiscing about their childhood and growing up in Bukuru, Jos. 
Their father, who worked at the Railway Corp., was killed during the war. Even though we never got to meet him physically, we had, through numerous interactions with Dad’s siblings come to understand who he was. A perfect gentleman. Just like dad.
Their mother, my grandma, Mama Ogidi, Eziafakaego 1 was a petty trader. They say I am like her. I am privileged to have been given her name too (Eziafakaego II).
#Nnenwanyi #lifestory
Shared by Iphie Ugonabo on September 10, 2019
It’s a story of a beautiful soul.
Years ago, Dad was sick and in great pain. I saw the way he walked around the house trying to mask it. I saw the sweat. I saw the fear. He was deeply worried for us. Even his hair seemed to have grown longer. Mind you, he’d gone completely bald like forever. 
“Nnenwanyi, please pray for me”. I did. I said a prayer and reassured him. God kept him. His pains broke my heart. And still does.
#Nnenwanyi #lifestory
Shared by Iphie Ugonabo on September 10, 2019
Dad consoled us ages ago. He left knowing that we’d cope better. He cheated death. Not once. Not twice. Not thrice. 
Many years ago, Dad was going in for a surgery and wasn’t sure he’d make it. 
“Nnenwanyi, I’ll sign a few blank cheques”. The house will need it to get by...I knew there wasn’t enough, because I’d usually get his balance...Anyway, he sure signed a couple, smiling...He gave us hope. God kept him for us.
#Nnenwanyi #9lives #lifestory
Shared by Iphie Ugonabo on August 31, 2019
#nnenwanyi: DDG 7
#loveofamother
Shared by Iphie Ugonabo on August 31, 2019
#nnenwanyi: DDG 6
Shared by Iphie Ugonabo on August 31, 2019
#nnenwanyi:DDG 5

Nnenwanyi: DDG (4)

Shared by Iphie Ugonabo on August 30, 2019
#diaryofadaddysgirl#Nnenwanyi #lifestory

Nnenwanyi: DDG (3)

Shared by Iphie Ugonabo on August 30, 2019
#Diary of a Daddy’s Girl (DDG). My Dad, my hero.

Nnenwanyi: Diary of a Daddy’s Girl (2)

Shared by Iphie Ugonabo on August 30, 2019
My name is Nne Nwanyi (Mother of a daughter) and I bear this name with all my sisters. Dad has called me this name for as long as I have known him. Lived. But, between us, I was Nwa Daddy. Daddy’s girl. Ada. ‘Temporary’ confidant for when he wanted to hide money from Lizzy (mum).
I would give anything to hear ‘Nne Nwanyi’. Again. Just one more time.
#nnenwanyi #lifestory

Nnenwanyi: Diary of a Daddy’s Girl (1)

Shared by Iphie Ugonabo on August 30, 2019
Dad has often joked about heaven and the endless Alleluias and Hosannas. He’d wished that those prayers sessions would be interspersed with egwu Ebenezer Obey, Oliver de coque (People’s club) and Osadebe... I got my love for this music genre from him.....He WAS pure comedy...

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