KWENU: Our Culture, Our Future
In Loving Memory of My Aunt
AUGUST 23, 2011
"THOUGH SHE DIES, SHE LIVES ON ."
Ifesinachi Ugwuonye – Iloputaife
She was called Mrs. Ukanyionu Bridget Agu – Nee Ugwuonye (a.k.a. Nwa Ugwuonye)
She was the silent sufferer, the proverbial rejected stone …
She was born the daughter of a
king, a Princess – to Chief Ezeani Ugwuonye of Umumba Ndi-Uno, Ezeagu L.G.A. in
Enugu State .
Married to the Agu family in
Umuogazi, Orji Amokwe, Udi LGA, also in Enugu State ,
But she lived the life of a servant – she labored so that others could feed.
She was as strong as a horse, yet as meek as a lamb
She was the silent voice that
sang the loudest tone, and the unseen hands that did all the hard work .
She gave of herself so that
others could profit and be happy .
She represented many persons in
one, and carried the responsibilities as if she enjoyed suffering .
She was an aunt, a father, a
mother, a friend, a defender, a consoler, a comforter, and much more .
She was an Angel whose prayers
were for the good of others .
A peacemaker and a warrior in
one being , s .
, she was my rock and pillar
As long as she lived, my father
remained alive .
She was the last link to my
father, her brother, who died so tragically when I was too young to remember
him. But his sister, my aunt, kept him alive in my mind and eyes .
It so happens that with her
demise in the early hours of today, August 23, 2011, my father also died .
She was my strength, my
inspirer, my caregiver, my parent, my friend, my family, my mentor .
She wore honesty like her own
skin and she loved unconditionally and completely .
She was the POWER of BLOOD exemplified.
In the face of persecution, she persevered;
In the face of hardship, she was
She gave back love and understanding; as she was mocked, she prayed for her enemies, and rejoiced at their good fortune.
In her success, she remained humble; in her trials, she gave glory to God.
She was indeed a saint; I cannot remember her seeking vengeance.
She believed that the only true vengeance is success.
Yes, indeed, there are some people that should never die; my aunt was one such person.
At over 85 years old, she died
with the innocence of a child. She will be missed so much .
I am so pained in her loss, but so inspired by her life.
My only regret is that she left before I came back. But in my last conversation with her few weeks back, she did promise she would wait for me to come back, then she concluded by saying –“Don’t worry about a thing; all is well,” and stressed –“Do you hear me?” in her weak yet strong voice. She probably knew she would not be home when I return.
Adieu, my dearest aunty; may you rest in peace with your brother, my father.
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