MEMORIAL TRIBUTE TO MRS. STELLA CHINURUKAM ONYEMACHI AGUOCHA
May 11, 2021
Aunty Stella (Da Chinuru) was the first granddaughter of our grandmother Juliana Nwachirinma Benson Ejelonu (Nee Igbokwu-Uchendu). Her parents were Papa Joshua and Mama Regina Onyemachi from Umuawa-Alaocha Umuahia. She is survived by 4 children (Kelechi, Nnenna, Obinna and Ojinika), 3 brothers, 2 sisters, 2 aunts, many paternal cousins/nephews/nieces, and many maternal cousins/nephews/nieces from: the Okafor’s family in Abagana Anambra State, the Matthew-Nwosu’s family in Isiama-Afara Umuahia-Ibeku, the Ezekiel Agomo’s family in Umuokehi Umuahia, the Kaleb-Shelleng’s family here in London, and the Joe Ndumele’s family in Amaeke Umuahia-Ibeku. It’s difficult to describe what she meant to all of us in 5 minutes or a page of tribute.
Da Chinuru played different roles in our lives. For some us she was a sister, a mother, a cousin, a confidant, and best friends whose hearts were bound together by the love of our family. She made each of us feel like we were number one. Da Chinuru attended Ohuhu Community Secondary School, and during that time she lived with our grandmother. She articulated and demonstrated lots of best family jokes, and of course knew some family secrets. There was never a dull moment with her. Her presence lit up a room with smiles and very special dancing moves. Da Chinuru was someone to laugh with, and also someone to pray with. She used one hand nurtured and cared for her children, and the other hand fenced her siblings. She was very generous to anyone who knew her; helped other people she came across that needed assistance with patience, grace, and humility.
This is a season of deep grief, a grief that at times feels unyielding. However, as a family we must also find a way to allow it to become a time of sincere gratitude. If we are to negotiate the grips of pain that lead to despair, our grief must learn to surrender to gratitude. If there is to be healing and hope or the possibility of “shattered expectations” being redeemed, we must find, amid the pain, things for which we can say “thank you.”Da Chinuru, thank you for giving your heart to us and trusting us with yours. Thank you for walking beside us and for wanting all of us at your side. Thank you for making us smile and smiling along with us. Thank you for being who you are and for helping us to be ours.
To my nephews and Nieces, you were your mom’s joy and pride. Nnenna took her on vacation to different parts of the world. She testified and praised God for all of you. The same God your mother served faithfully guided her through rigorous storms of life will also protect you from the eye of the storm. At this moment, you must ask yourselves, how does God enter the middle of the story and change the ending? How do you make meaning so that something you could describe as catastrophic instead becomes a season of growth and change? How can you see even in death an opportunity for new life?
To the rest of our family, the bible does not teach us to pursue physical comfort but encourages us toward resilience and perseverance. We are asked to hold hope in the middle of despair. We can only do this by taking in the larger story of God and allowing it to re-story our narrative of now, not as people who have denied or avoided pain, but as those who have found God in the midst of it.
Our hearts aches in sadness, and tears still flows. Da Chinuru, your transition left a huge vacuum. Even though you are gone, your love and STAR will always be here to stay.What it meant to lose you no one will ever know. Goodnight my sweet Da Chinuru (Nwachirinma Original as fondly called); I will see you in the Eastern morning on the other side!
Dr. Helen Chinedum Agomo
Da Chinuru played different roles in our lives. For some us she was a sister, a mother, a cousin, a confidant, and best friends whose hearts were bound together by the love of our family. She made each of us feel like we were number one. Da Chinuru attended Ohuhu Community Secondary School, and during that time she lived with our grandmother. She articulated and demonstrated lots of best family jokes, and of course knew some family secrets. There was never a dull moment with her. Her presence lit up a room with smiles and very special dancing moves. Da Chinuru was someone to laugh with, and also someone to pray with. She used one hand nurtured and cared for her children, and the other hand fenced her siblings. She was very generous to anyone who knew her; helped other people she came across that needed assistance with patience, grace, and humility.
This is a season of deep grief, a grief that at times feels unyielding. However, as a family we must also find a way to allow it to become a time of sincere gratitude. If we are to negotiate the grips of pain that lead to despair, our grief must learn to surrender to gratitude. If there is to be healing and hope or the possibility of “shattered expectations” being redeemed, we must find, amid the pain, things for which we can say “thank you.”Da Chinuru, thank you for giving your heart to us and trusting us with yours. Thank you for walking beside us and for wanting all of us at your side. Thank you for making us smile and smiling along with us. Thank you for being who you are and for helping us to be ours.
To my nephews and Nieces, you were your mom’s joy and pride. Nnenna took her on vacation to different parts of the world. She testified and praised God for all of you. The same God your mother served faithfully guided her through rigorous storms of life will also protect you from the eye of the storm. At this moment, you must ask yourselves, how does God enter the middle of the story and change the ending? How do you make meaning so that something you could describe as catastrophic instead becomes a season of growth and change? How can you see even in death an opportunity for new life?
To the rest of our family, the bible does not teach us to pursue physical comfort but encourages us toward resilience and perseverance. We are asked to hold hope in the middle of despair. We can only do this by taking in the larger story of God and allowing it to re-story our narrative of now, not as people who have denied or avoided pain, but as those who have found God in the midst of it.
Our hearts aches in sadness, and tears still flows. Da Chinuru, your transition left a huge vacuum. Even though you are gone, your love and STAR will always be here to stay.What it meant to lose you no one will ever know. Goodnight my sweet Da Chinuru (Nwachirinma Original as fondly called); I will see you in the Eastern morning on the other side!
Dr. Helen Chinedum Agomo