It is indeed unfortunate, painful and unbelievable that we are writing a tribute to you because you supposed to have lived to bury our old mum, but today, reverse is the case. What a purnishement? Mother burying his son. MY brother who could not hurt a fly, It's only God who knows the circumstances behind your tragic death, God I believe that vengeance is yours. The wicked will never go unpunished.
Dedem, we spoke last on 24th March, 2016 and you told me to prepare a nice vegetable soup which you will eat on Easter Sunday when you come, I got your house ready, dressed your bed waiting for your arrival. Little did I know that the bed I dressed is where your corpse will be laid.
Dee Ogboo, you were a special gift from God, a peacemaker, very reliable, gentle, caring, very respectful, cheerful, simple, charitable, accommodating, generous to a fault, brilliant, a linguistic, forthright in your dealings with people, always ready to help in any situation and exceptionally likable. People who knew my senior brother will testify these qualities.
I can't believe that I will neither see you nor receive your calls anymore. Well, we are nothing to question God because he alone knows why.
If options were given either to live or to die, I know you wouldn't have chosen to die now and I strongly believe you made heaven. Well, if there is anything like reincarnation, you will still be one among the twelve.
Nwannem oma, O.G.B, rest in peace till we meet to part no more.