Speaker Rivers State House of Assembly Ikunyi Ibani lays father to rest (Burials)

The burial of Late High Chief Brownson Okofo Ibani, Ogbodo I I, father of the Speaker of the Rivers State House of Assembly today 28th November 2015 at Ataba town, Andoni Local Government Area. Rivers State. 

Speaker of the Rivers State House of Assembly, Ikunyi Ibani said his father was a community development leader who fought for his people. 

He said that the late traditional ruler and politician believed in the community service and lived his life for the people.

The burial was attended by members of the Rivers State House of Assembly, Caretaker Committee Chairmen and community leaders. The Governor of Rivers State His Excellency Nyesom E. Wike was represented by the Rivers State Commissioner for Housing, Barr. Emma Okah said : "All those who have the opportunity must impact positively on the lives of those around them.

"At the end of our lives on earth, we will be judged by those we leave behind. Therefore, we must endeavour to work hard to develop the society ".

He described the Late High Chief Brownson Okofo Ibani as a man who lived for the people and had the vision of investing his resources in the wellbeing of his people.

Speaker and members of the Rivers State House of Assembly at the burial

Late High Chief Brownson Okofo Ibani lying in state

Representative of Governor Nyesom Ezenwo Wike and Housing Commissioner, Mr Emma Okah and Speaker Rivers State House of Assembly, Ikunyi Ibani 

Speaker, Rivers State House of Assembly, Ikunyi Ibani leads traditional chiefs into the burial venue

Speaker, Rivers State House of Assembly, Ikunyi Ibani, Representative of Governor Nyesom Ezenwo Wike and Housing Commissioner, Mr Emma Okah, Special Adviser on Project Monitoring and Implementation, Prof Atuboyebia Obianeme and Head of Civil Service, Barr Reuben Godwins 

May the soul of the departed Rest In Peace.. 

Ruby Igwe's Tribute To Her Mother Amaka Igwe.

When Amaka Igwe died, the whole Nigeria was in an uproar for such a talent to leave earth..
We all tried to  commensurate with th family on Facebook and attend the burial ceremony..

But did we know that there is a website dedicated to her for friends to give tributes and say a prayer for her still. Amaka Igwe Memorial Website

This year,  Amaka Igwe’s daughter, Ruby Igwe, took to her Facebook page to share a touching tribute.

Dear Mummy,
RE: One Year On.
It’s been one year today since you moved house, moved home, exchanged Earth for eternity. No forwarding address that I can visit and come back from. No quit notice. No forewarning. No explanation. You vanished.
I first thought that like in Scandal, or Hawaii Five-O, you weren’t really gone. I dreamt about your comeback, I borrowed all the scenarios from every action movie. It was going to be epic!
I imagined the explanations, the super-secrecy types, the massive conspiracy that you had to thwart, how sorry-not-sorry you would be because you had to do what you had to do. I prepped how long I would be angry for. (Five minTribute
But you didn’t show up. So far, no comeback.
So. I wonder how you and Mrs. Onwe and Uncle Efere and Buge Rewane and Uncle ‘Tapuluto Otulopo’ Oforbuike and Grandpaand everyone in heaven are gisting by now, if it is still as heavy as your first day.
Tell me Mummy, have you seen Adam and Eve? Or is there, like, a wait list? Please don’t tell Eve I said I would punch her once I get there because she caused childbirth pains et al.
Or maybe you should, so by the time I get there her beef would have diminished.
I wonder how many A-Fests you’ve held, and whether your film villages are threatening God’s cattle on a thousand hills. Have you screened the movie Aunty Ireti was talking about yet? Do you have a million series being produced at once?
Are there football leagues? Like, a Heaven Premiership? Is Jesus always Man of the Match? I wonder if you’ve played so much football like the good old days that you dribble with your legs in your sleep. I wonder if you sleep.
Does Angel Michael now wear Ankara? I wonder if the angels have now started speaking Wawa, and if the smell of the ogiri you and Mrs. Onwe must be putting in soups has chased the people who own mansions next to you.
Are you going to have an anniversary party? One year in heaven? Or if a thousand years are like a day, have you spent… forget it. The math is beyond me. Are you going to have a party though? Since heaven is a permanent turn up?
You know, Mummy, if not for God your death would have taken me with it. If not for God I would foolishly think to follow you. I know that you ran your race and you’re through. And I am forever proud.

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After my denial, my kwata was that you left me here. You, my bestie, my bosom buddy. You left and left me reeling. I could not understand why. At first I thought you didn’t know. You couldn’t have known. Abi? Who knows these things?
But what was the context of the conversation we had the night before that night that lasted nearly two hours? Why did you stress more than usual how much you loved me and were proud of me?
Why did you sound like you were saying goodbye? How can I rationalize that you didn’t know? So, then I figured you knew. Maybe God whispered it to you and told you not to tell anyone.
But if you knew, what was the point of all our plans? All our tactile, possible plans? For you to do the law degree that eluded you back in your day, so we would graduate at the same time next year?
To practice law for half of the year in our ‘law shop’ and make movies and content all around the world for the other half? Plans for all the business ideas we’d think up and write down for later, with very little effort?
Plans for my wedding, and all the visions and thoughts you had, with the fresh flowers and the non-fussy dress and the non-generic vows? Plans to one day kidnap all your grandchildren over Christmas and vanish to Turkey?
For you to die at 85, nko? What happened to that plan? What happened to three score and ten, at least? What’s this, reverse African time? If you knew, why did we even make any plans?
If you knew, why was the very last thing you said to me ‘I’ll call you back?’ Or is there network in heaven? I didn’t get the memo. Are you that private number that I never manage to pick up in time? Ah no, I couldn’t think that you knew either.
You see, I’ve cycled through enough stages of grief to win the Tour de France.
Yet. Yet. Yet.
God is. And that is enough for me, enough to settle all of these questions in my head. He is faithful. He is present. He is sure. It is still well. These plans now foregone will find their way into the context of my life one way or another.
Either in a book or a series or a play or a movie or in my future reality. Or maybe just as memories, documented here and now. I trust Him; and I miss you. Words can’t even truly encapsulate the depth.
It’s been one year and I miss you as hard as if it was last night. I don’t think I will ever stop. But that’s fine. I don’t want to ever stop missing you. To stop would be to negate all those incredible memories we’ve got together.
Memories plentiful, strong and vivid enough to make me laugh for hours on end. Memories to inspire me, and move me. I remain so proud of you and astounded by you. I look at how much of a legacy you have left behind.
A legacy of talent, a legacy of dedication, discipline, self-determination, integrity, strength, loyalty and humility. And a legacy of people. Thank you. I celebrate you. I’m so glad I had you as my mother, and as my friend, my very best friend.
You showed me practically, love with great intensity, and day on day I learn about God’s even more infinitely intense love for me. The love I have to give becomes ever more refined as a result.
How am I? Awesome. Busy, very busy. Living, learning, and growing. There is a lot to do. I don’t have a blueprint of how my life is going to go. I thought I did. I just have the assurance that it’s going to be the definition of epic.
It is hard to not have you here to see me see this, and experience that. But I cannot be crippled by my grief, or consumed by it. My race still requires me to run. I need to finish strong. I definitely will not grieve like someone who has no hope.
We grieve with hope.
At your tribute on the 9th of June last year I said ‘know that I am coming’. Coming to God, more and more on earth and in full in heaven, coming to you, when I get there, and coming to the world.
That is still true. It is still well. And I am still coming.
You keep doing you in heaven. I’ll see you when I see you.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Until forever.
– Ruby Igwe. The six-term lawyer & Barrister-to-be.

Sleep Well My Friend.

I first met Daerefaka Kalio Iyowuna on Facebook, because he was friends with my friends, we did the normal checkups and likes.. 

we've been friends and i met him immediately i came back from Singapore. He was a lively person, besides he was Okrika. 

Ive been having this idea to create a platform where people would come out and say lovely things about people who we once loved, met or appreciated in our lives.. Even as i have lost my Father, Uncle, Grandma and Aunty, Iyowuna made this idea come to pass... 

My Facebook page was enough to just dedicate how much i missed them untill My friend Died.. 

I read it off Facebook that he died, and i went for the burial at Okrika where he was buried..

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I dedicate this page Memorials to be an avenue for people to share their stories about a deceased loved one, its unfortunate that we have to wait for Facebook memories to remind us that it is one year since they left earth. To preserve their memories.

I believe that as we go through life, memories of these Dearly Departed ones flashes through our thoughts and we smile, sometimes we cry, sometimes we call their names and say a little prayer to their soul. But we remember them either ways and wished we told them things we should have said.

The best part is what Memorials need is a story or tribute or favourite sayings of these loved ones to our email memorials.ng@gmail.com (with or without their images), their year of birth and death and we use your tributes and stories to console and inspire someone who is grieving or hurting.. 

Please if you have anything to write or say about Iyowuna... you can send to the email listed and we will be posting it on the blog and Facebook page.. 

God Bless Your Soul.. My Friend.

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A Company Employee Died and How The Colleagues Reacted.. (Motivational Short Story)

One day all the employees reached the office and saw a big advice written on the door. Yesterday the person who has been stopping your growth in this company passed away. You are invited to join the funeral. In the beginning, they got sad for the death of one of their colleagues,but after a while they got curious to know who was the man who stopped their growth.

Everyone thought: 'Well at least the man who stopped my progress died!'

One by one the thrilled employees got closer to the coffin,and when they looked inside they were speechless. They stood shocked in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul. There was a mirror inside the coffin and everyone who looked inside could see him/herself.

There was a sign next to the mirror that read: "There is only one person who is capable to set limits to your growth...It is you. You are the only person who can influence your happiness, success and realisation."

Your life does not change when your boss, friend or company changes.....your life changes when you change...you go beyond your limiting beliefs and you realize you are the only one responsible for your life. "It is you who can impact, influence and change your WORLD".

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It's the way you face life that makes the difference!
If an egg is broken from the outside...life ends but if it is broken from
the inside force life begins. Great things always begin from our inside.
If everyone influences his/her world, the world will be a better place
for living.

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 DID YOU KNOW... The Late DSP Alamieyeseigha Tribute Page where you can write a tribute to him and get information on his upcoming buria...

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Late DSP Alamieyeseigha Tribute page on Facebook

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The Late DSP Alamieyeseigha Tribute Page where you can write a tribute to him and get information on his upcoming burial arrangements. Until his death DSP was husband to Margaret Alamieyeseigha, and father of Tonbra, Doubra, Blackie. He was first civilian Governor of Bayelsa State (1999-2005), he was fondly known as Governor General of the Ijaw Nation and to a great many people he was simply Olotu.

May he's soul Rest in Peace.

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