26-02 2021 18:12
wrote:
Bro Joe, where do I begin? We both met in London about half a century ago, 1973 to be precise. I was on a visit from Nigeria, a three-month study leave at the School of Hygiene & Tropical Medicine, University of London. You were a young handsome bachelor based in London. You popped into a small hotel in which I was staying for something I cannot recall. We got talking immediately as if we had known each other earlier. The chemistry was unmistakable. That led to frequent meeting's between us.
You made yourself available to take us in your car to nice places in London on a frequent basis. We were both in our early thirties, outgoing, vivacious and fun loving. You were still a bachelor then. Who would have guessed that the relationship struck then will survive decades and see both of us into our eighties?
Years later in Lagos, we got to know each others families. Our wives and children got to know each other, bonded well and enjoyed social occasions together. It also happened that, both families found themselves worshipping in the same Catholic Church of the Assumption, Falomo. I can go on and on.
Why do I call you Bro Joe? It is because over these decades you became nothing less than a brother to me. Bro Joe, you were without doubt a good man, loved by many. We will miss all that humour and laughter. When the news of your parting reached my wife, Daisy, and I, we found it most difficult to handle. It took quite some time for the reality to sink in. Daisy often spoke of your good nature and kind heartedness.
Bro Joe, your parting is painful, but we are consoled by the fact that you have left us for a better place, to be in the bosom of your maker. We love you, Joe, but God loves you more; His will, not ours. Adieu Bro Joe.
Dr Titus & Mrs Daisy Okereke.
26-02 2021 18:12
wrote:
Bro Joe, where do I begin? We both met in London about half a century ago, 1973 to be precise. I was on a visit from Nigeria, a three-month study leave at the School of Hygiene & Tropical Medicine, University of London. You were a young handsome bachelor based in London. You popped into a small hotel in which I was staying for something I cannot recall. We got talking immediately as if we had known each other earlier. The chemistry was unmistakable. That led to frequent meeting's between us.
You made yourself available to take us in your car to nice places in London on a frequent basis. We were both in our early thirties, outgoing, vivacious and fun loving. You were still a bachelor then. Who would have guessed that the relationship struck then will survive decades and see both of us into our eighties?
Years later in Lagos, we got to know each others families. Our wives and children got to know each other, bonded well and enjoyed social occasions together. It also happened that, both families found themselves worshipping in the same Catholic Church of the Assumption, Falomo. I can go on and on.
Why do I call you Bro Joe? It is because over these decades you became nothing less than a brother to me. Bro Joe, you were without doubt a good man, loved by many. We will miss all that humour and laughter. When the news of your parting reached my wife, Daisy, and I, we found it most difficult to handle. It took quite some time for the reality to sink in. Daisy often spoke of your good nature and kind heartedness.
Bro Joe, your parting is painful, but we are consoled by the fact that you have left us for a better place, to be in the bosom of your maker. We love you, Joe, but God loves you more; His will, not ours. Adieu Bro Joe.
Dr Titus & Mrs Daisy Okereke.
