In Loving Memory

  Lieber Papa,

  Where do I begin? Words fail me and you know I am a very emotional person and not good with words like you were.

You have always been a great , strong, handsome and cheerful man since I met you in 1967. I remember the first day I saw you. It was a very snowy day and I wondered who that handsome man was until you walked into the laboratory of the hospital and invited my colleagues and myself for a party. The rest became history. You exposed me to so many amazing things and I always admired you, the poems you wrote, your achievements and your lifestyle in general.

You were the best father to our children and a wonderful grand father. We all miss you very much but I promise I will continue to do my best to take care of our children and grandchildren.

I miss your jokes, how you always ironed my clothes for me, and just having you around to discuss politics, Rotary Club, the village, and so many other interesting topics.

You will forever be missed!

Until we meet again, with love,

Mama (your wife, Maria)

  Dear Daddy, kindly rest in peace! You lived a fulfilled life.

Daddy was such a strong and intelligent man who loved children greatly. He was an active man who loved sports. He also loved God dearly. We had our own fun times and memories we shared; In times like this,I wish I can freeze the picture of our good memories and am glad whenever I could share your laughter. Now that you are gone, I wonder whether I let precious time go by, what happened to the wonderful adventures, some we did others we didn't. Nevertheless, you are gone to a better place.

I am the man I am today because of your love, support, inspiration and advice. You always said to me I would never lack and would always have a roof over my head. Your granddaughter is almost here, and it is quite unfortunate you did not get to meet her. I was looking forward to how you will hug and pamper her, but death didn’t allow it to happen. God always knows best and in everything we have to give thanks.

It is hard to say goodbye. I wish that we had more time and perhaps that during the time we had we had spent more of it together. Nonetheless I am glad that I spent your last days with you, caring and nursing you when you needed me the most.

While we know that you are at peace with your creator and that you are no more with the living, there is sadness and pain in my heart. Although you are gone, you left a legacy, and it will live on forever.

I know you are in a better place Omezue. May you rest in peace till we see again.🙏. In the meantime, we maintain the forth. Adieu D

You will forever be in my heart.

Rest in perfect peace, Daddy

Sleep well, OMEZUE

I love you

  Dearest daddy,

  words cannot express how I feel and whatever I wish to write. You were an amazing poet which I am not.

You could write beautiful stories and meaningful emotional poems endlessly and there is one poem you composed in the car while driving to Amasiri which rings in my head like it was yesterday.

“Susan Mucana, you are my friend, what are you doing at the back? You and Selina should be friends, don`t fight all the time.

Never did I lack your support and encouragement, as you always told me that i am more than i think i am and that i can always achieve more because you believed in me. As your daughter I felt unconditionally loved and treasured by you. You taught me so many things and instilled good values in me, which I am more than proud to pass onto my children as the grow. You were the most loving father.

Always there for me. Even after long working days or sleepless nights saving lives in the hospital, you still made time to play with me which you did so dearly and unconditionally. You loved to dance and sing and naturally you made me love it too as i grew. All those memories of us dancing and singing together will remain forever in my heart.

How can I ever forget your very special way of waking me up on my birthdays with your bell to sing for me, which became a beautiful tradition for us. One that i sadly missed so much while living in Germany, but as usual you brightened things up for me by starting a new tradition where you would call me daily from five days before my birthday to count down with me. I will always cherish that.

Daddy, I still cannot believe that i will never hear your beautiful voice again, but I find comfort in knowing you will keep singing and dancing for me in heaven. I will forever miss your cooking and the joy you had while cooking your delicious meals for us. I also remember you bringing your favorite pepper yam to me in my maternity bed after giving birth to your grandson, how you took the train through Hamburg, just to make sure i get back my strength with your special meal. Which I must say worked like magic too.

Daddy, you were not only the best father in the world. You were also an amazing doctor who saved so many lives and your dedication to your work was admirable. You will forever live in our hearts dear daddy and i know i will one day see your beautiful smile again.

You left beautiful memories behind dear daddy which will forever be cherished.

I love you till infinity my dear daddy.

Your Mucana

(Susan)

  Dear Daddy,

  I have been dreading writing this tribute because just the thought of it makes me so sad. But I know that I must do it sometime. So, I pray you are with me right now watching and supporting me like you always did until your health did not let you anymore. Through this tribute, I want to make sure that everyone sees you a bit the way I see you now.

As a kid, I looked up to you and wanted to be like you. Your intelligence and your dedication to your work as a paediatrician impressed me so much and I hoped to be just like you. Being the third child, I knew that I should not expect much because you and mummy already had a lot on your minds. Yet I remember you coming to me often to tell me that I should also have my wishes and should feel free to voice them if there was more than you and mummy were already giving me that I wanted.

I know that as kids, we all thought that daddy or mummy had favourites, but being the genuine dad you were, you would never admit it. You made sure that I never felt left out. I remember my best gift from you: a nurse outfit. I wore it with so much pride - even though we both knew inside that I would become a doctor. You said to me that empathy and taking care of patients were essential qualities of a good doctor, therefore thinking like a nurse would be a good start.

I also remember that as we all started growing up and becoming adults, it became difficult for you to keep up your good relationships with us because you were always a father to young children. Your relationship with Cathy was your stronghold and we were all happy that you still had a small girl to pamper. Later on, you got your grandchildren who you loved so much. You were the kids’ top playmate. You never got tired playing of with them. You sat on the floor - even with 80 years - and played monopoly till the game finished. We as parents always had to be the ones to stop the game times because you did not have the heart to disappoint them. I thank you for making our kids so happy and teaching us to always remain playful.

I remember as a teenager and older, you still brought sweets and lollipops home for us. With time, you realized - pretty late but not too late - that a glass of dry wine could make us even happier. And so, you adapted to that. We had our nice evenings cooking and eating our special foods. Okazi salad was almost never missing.

During that awkward teen time, we once disappointed you at a rotary meeting. I remember how much you loved being a Rotarian. You took us to sing in front of all Rotarians because we were the “Super Okoh Quattro Choir” that sang Rotarian hymns yearly. We messed it up because we felt too old to be singing. You were so disappointed. As usual when you were upset with us, you called us “black monkeys” and “yam heads”. We never again sang in front of friends, and you learned that we had grown. You had your issues with us growing up along the way, but you mastered them with time. You gave us the freedom to decide over our own lives. We had our choices to make, and you respected them fully and only when you felt that they were really wrong, did you intervene.

I think of how much you took care of me and my skin issues. I suffered a lot and I saw how you never gave up. You just would not accept that I should suffer. You even tried out experimental therapies. I remember my numerous baths with potassium permanganate. You never stopped checking daily on me and my skin. You were remarkably successful with your treatment. I remember you saying to me how much you love treating kids, and I should not worry because daddy will find an effective treatment. I am now exceptionally fine, daddy. Thanks to you!

You were a great teacher to me. I remember having problems learning the heart and circulatory system. You taught it to me so well that even my teacher did not know everything I knew. I probably wrote so many Latin words that she knew no better but to give me an A1. Today, I am a cardiologist dealing with the heart and circulatory issues daily.

I have watched many people go in my career, but your passing has been incomparably unbearable. I must accept it. Again, even with your death, you are teaching me to understand what family members of deceased patients go through.

I left home for Hamburg, but we had our weekly calls which ended only a week before you passed away. I always loved hearing your cheerful voice. I can hear your voice how u always said “Howwwww are youuuuuu?” We called each other “true managers of current situations” and we laughed a lot. Each time you came to visit, it was a pleasure picking you up from the airport. You had this special dance when you stepped out of the arrival door. Your departures were always so sad because I asked myself each time if I would see you again. On your last visit here during the COVID time, I noticed with so much pain how your brain was failing you. It had started earlier - years before - but we ignored it. It was so sad to see you fight it. But you made sure not to bother us with your problem. You gracefully accepted your future. Even though some close relatives that are probably present today at your funeral sometimes said bad words about you because they did not understand that you were losing your memory, we stood by you. I hope those friends and relatives are now understanding why sometimes you appeared difficult to them. Thank God for the training you gave us all. We could love you unconditionally and stand by you through your glorious days and weaker days. As time passed by - in our eyes it passed too quickly - your wishes and aspirations dwindled, and all you had left was your amazing smile and laughter. You made sure that even in your last days you made us smile.

Daddy, I remember your last stay in Hamburg. You thanked Mike and I for taking good care of you. But clearly told us that you wanted to go back home to Amasiri. I also remember in October 2023, the last time I saw you, when you had just successfully overcome congestive heart failure with your sheer strength and need to see us all again. You said to me: “Young lady, I don’tttttttttt want anything!!” when I tried to force you to take your medication. You said: “You don’t understand”. But I did. I understood clearly. So, I prepared everyone for the moment you would leave. I prayed that you would not suffer, and that God takes you peacefully. God knows, it has not been easy being a doctor these past months, but again, I thank you, daddy, for making it so clear that you were tired. Even though it still breaks my heart.

Dear Daddy, you are home now, just as you wanted. You are in Amasiri, where all your dear ancestors are resting. You are in your compound.

Now I know why you named Phillip „Madaugo Obaragu 1“ (an ancestor that supposedly killed a lion with his bare hands) and Susan „Ugobi“ (after your wonderful mum that passed away before we could meet her), me your „Neka“ a.k.a. „Nekanna“ (the greatest mum (of daddy) and Cathy „Uchenna“ a.k.a. „Mikey“ (heart of the father, and key to your heart “MyKey”). It all makes sense to me now. You needed a “Maximus”, a warrior, an Obaragu 1 to protect you and your family. You needed your mum, Ugobi, at your side. You needed Neka, the great mum, to care for your family and descendants and Uchenna, your heart, to keep our thoughts and feelings clear and in your image and likeness.

We will make sure that your home remains home. We know you fought so hard for this resting place and we, your children, promise to continue protecting your legacy. If in the future intruders come, we will fight them just like you did. So don’t worry daddy, just like we always said: “We dey”. I wish you eternal peace, dear daddy. Until we meet again.

P.S.: I know this isn’t normally a part of a tribute, but I want to say a very special Thank You to Brother Ndubuisi, Nurse Patience and Tedi (I hope my spelling is correct) and a thank you to Bro. Okuche (police), Dr Junior and family and of course all others that stood by him. You made my dad enjoy his last days. Thank you so much for taking care of him on our behalf.

  To my daddy, my first love!

  The man who taught me almost everything I know, the man who loved me unconditionally, the man who taught me how to cook and even when I made the most tasteless food, you would praise me and tell me it’s the best meal you have ever eaten just so that I do not get discouraged. The man who made my hair through out my primary school days and when I go to school, my teachers would laugh when I answer their question of who made my beautiful hair, because they always thought I was joking. The man who couldn’t eat whenever I was ill. You would stay by me and do all your doctor magic to ensure I get well immediately. The man who I didn’t want to leave when it was time for my studies abroad just because of the great bond we shared. The man who found it so difficult to give my hand out for marriage until you discovered that with my husband, I would still be close by.

In fact - the song “who sat and washed my infant head” goes not only to mummy but also to you, sweet father.

Dearest daddy, writing this tribute is one of the hardest things I will ever have to do! I feel like I could fill up this whole book, but words cannot begin to express my feelings right now. You are the best father anyone could ever wish for, and I count myself blessed and lucky to have been chosen by God to be your daughter and your key as you always called me. Words cannot begin to describe the void I feel without you. I miss you terribly and I see your wonderful smile each time I close my eyes. Your grandkids keep asking if you are happy and eating cake in heaven and I smile and answer them with yes, because I know you are in a much better place - a place without pain and a place filled with happiness.

The last time I saw you in October, you were in the worst shape I have seen you in, but before I left, you made sure you danced with me one more time to your favorite Harry Belafonte song. How you managed to always smile even at your weakest moments will continue to remain a mystery to me. I am very sure that heaven has truly gained an angel!

Thank you for everything you did for all of us and for your grand kids. Thank you for bringing me up to be the woman that I am today. Thank you for the great childhood that I had and the great memories that will never be forgotten. Thank you for being an amazing grandfather to all your grandchildren. Even at your old age, you never got tired of playing with them and they were always very happy each time you came to visit. Making them go to bed at night was always difficult as they wanted to stay in your room and play with you.

You will never be forgotten but instead we will continue to live in your legacy.

Dearest daddy, I pray that your great soul continues to rest in peace!

You always told me each time I was going to bed to “sleep well my Micky and don’t forget to say your prayers”. Daddy this time I will say this to you, sleep well my sweet daddy and don’t forget to always pray for us.

I love and cherish you, have always, and will always.

With Love

Cathy (your Micky / your key)

  Dear Opa,

  If someone will ask us how we would discribe you, we would tell them that you were a person that laught, cared and supported. Also you were a little bit mysterious like when you wrote your stories. I always wondered what you would write about and I found it very impressive that you wrote your Stories. I remember that one time we played "Mensch ärgere Dich nicht" and I don't know how but you kept winning. Like how can a person have so much luck in a game without really knowing how the game works. Also you were and are in supporting person like when you came to Noah's football games to see Noah playing. Noah remembers when he hurt himself and you helped him. You were always nice to us and always listened when we told you something. So yeah you were and are an amazing person. We are proud to call you our Opa and are proud to know you. We hope you still write your stories because your story has not ended you are just beginning a new chapter.

   "Wir lieben dich <3"

   Your Noah and your Mahlia

  Dear Opa,

  You are the best grandfather we could have ever imagined. You were always so nice to us and never ever shouted. You were always very cheerful and did funny things so all of us could laugh together. And you laughed a lot and I think you are still laughing and doing funny things and thinking: “Why are they so sad, they will come back to me when God wants us to connect again”. Opa we all love you so so so much and miss you a lot. Thank you for always helping us and playing games with us. We created so many nice memories together like when I tried to cut and colour your hair and the time we tried to cut your nails which were as hard as stone. It was so funny !!! Sammy and you played soccer and chess together and nobody knows how, but Sammy never won!!! Unfortunately, I didn’t play with you but now I wish I did. At least we played card games together and Sammy and I showed you our best magic tricks. Some years ago, when you came to Germany you wrote many stories. I wondered what you could be writing about, and I wish I read all of your stories back then.

   Thank you Opa, we love you so much!!!

   Carla and Sammy

  Tribute to Uncle Doc.

  Paying tribute to my uncle, my big brother: Prof Dr Omaka Oko (Omezue) is like attempting to contain the vastness of the ocean’s sands with a tiny straw. A man of immense gifted talent and acumens, with an astuteness that makes intelligence and smartness seem so elementary making the world a playground of ideas.

As a child and teenager, I was in awe of his remarkable talents and accomplishments, which sparkled my imagination and inspired me to reach new heights. His name was simply synonymous to greatness which mesmerized me a great deal.

Transported in the ever wonderland of Europe in pursuit of tertiary education, he triggered the dormant imagination of any aspiring person to reach his magnificent level of marvelousness: An incredible sense of awe and wonder engulfed all my faculties hearing and understanding your transformative process to excel. Having had quite an ample opportunity to eavesdrops on various chitchats and discussions amongst some of the elite of our community, their words and praises of you elicited charm of your incredibility . I felt so captivated and entranced to higher sphere from rapt attention that sparkled my imagination. He made being first in most if not all his endeavors a thing of fashioned in our community: First graduate from Government College Afikpo to attend kings College Lagos where he merited a scholarship to study in Germany to eventually became a consultant in medical field as a pediatrician which he excelled were testament to his exceptional citizenry. He was an embodiments of varying accolades to mention just but a few because it was humongous: He was an overachiever in numerous ways.

The tremendous impact and status quo he indirectly bestowed on me during my days in Secondary School, was quite cherished, admired and at same time a thing of envy amongst my peers. During his residency abroad, the post cards and pictures he was sending me from his various trips around the world was very uplifting as it drew tremendous attention to my world. On his many visit to home Nigerian, pictures he snapped and later sent back after processing upon his return to Germany. Remind you, at this time and age digital photography wasn’t even close to inception or conception, so everything was entrusted to unreliable postal service. All the awesome magics he surrounded me with was quite enviable, mind blowing and prideful to say the least. My love for photography literally sterns from his passion for the art; his numerous gifts of cameras and how to use them enthused my interest tremendously.

My uncle “Doc” I called him, had always been my role model from childhood to my teenage years unquestionably role model without a doubt. He was a great inspiration for my travel to the US for further studies, his love for globe trotting I had copied and cherishing. His choices always expanded my understanding of the world. He'd often had an apt to discuss what he’d read, turning a simple story into a grand lesson about life, values, or sometimes, the beauty of imagination. One could not help notice his fancy and miss admire he’s love of art and culture which was tantamount to acquiring the title “Omezue” in our native tradition.

He had an immense passion of care, protection for his wife and children. During our many hours of endless weekend phone conversation, he shared many desirable qualities about families and community. Upon his return to the country in the early eighties, he established hospitals where he dedicatedly and unconditionally cared for babes and saved lives in general.

Philanthropism was a deep passion of his that he channeled through his long time membership, participation and leadership in Rotatory International organization. As a leader in the organization he devoted much time and effort locally and worldwide to improve and enhance the well beings and lives of the less opportunity. My uncle was an educator by zeal and profession, but he was also an eternal student at heart. His interests were as vast as the ocean; from history and literature to science and philosophy, he was a man of diverse tastes and ever-expanding knowledge.

Omezue, Doctor Professor omaka was also the life of every family and friends gathering. He was the teller of jokes, the singer of songs, and the catalyst for hearty laughter. But beyond the joy and entertainment, he also knew when to offer a listening ear and a comforting disposition. He could sense emotions, and he would often offer wisdom that was well beyond my years but presented in a way that made it completely accessible.

His personal journey wasn't without challenges. He had his fair share of struggles, moments when life seemed to test his strength and resolve. But in facing those trials, he demonstrated an admirable level of resilience that made us all proud. He showed us that struggles are the stepping stones to strength, another lesson among many that I've carried with me through life. Today, as of present, it is hard to believe that Uncle Doc is no longer with us. The emptiness left by his passing is immense, yet I find comfort in the rich tapestry of lessons he has left behind. I see his influence in the stories, the questions, and the wonder in so many things. I hear his laughter in the joyous moments of family gatherings, phone conversations and I feel his wisdom guiding me through challenges and uncertainties.

Doc, you were not just an uncle but a mentor, a guide, a true friend and amazing buddy. Your legacy is not one of material wealth, but of enriched minds, of kindled curiosities, and of ignited passions. As I say my final goodbye, I promise to honor your legacy by keeping alive the joy of learning, the art of questioning, and the beauty of seeing the world through a curious lens.

May you rest in peace, dear uncle, knowing that you have profoundly touched my life and the lives of many others. You have made the world a richer place by simply being you, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

Akan Emah, District Governor

Rotary - District 9142

  Our Tribute to a past District Governor...

  Professor Omaka Okoh was a very proud Rotarian and a distinguished Professional.

In all of his active years as a Rotarian, he served with Pride and Integrity. In 2000/2001 Rotary year, he served the than District 9140(wich consisted of all the Rotary Clubs in the Eleven States of Abia, Akwa Ibom, Anambra,Bayelsa, Cross River, Delta, Ebonyi, Edo, Enugu, Imo and Rivers States) as a District Governor and the Theme for that Service Year was "Create Awareness, Take Action".

His passage has left us with mixed feelings: Firstly is the fact that we will be missing his fatherly advice and warm company; on the other hand, we are grateful to God for giving him the privilege to live up to 84 years!

Truly, we are convinced that he ran a good race, finished his cause with laudable footprints on earth and a crown awaits him in the world beyond!

Onbehalf of the Leadership and the entire members of our District, we sincerely express our Condolences to his Family, his Club and the people who knew him!

We pray that everyone who knew him and appreciated his contributions to adding value to lives should please stand up to preserve his legacies!

May his soul rest in the bosom of the Lord!

Adieu our Past District Governor.

  Sincerest Condolences

  Oh Precious in the eyes of the Lord is the death of His faithful Ps.116:15

  It is with fraternal affection that I associate myself with you and members of your family as you prepare to bury my good friend Omezue Professor Dr. Omaka Okoh. A brilliant and committed Pediatrician popularly known in the Owerri environs as Enyi Umuaka – A good friend of children – I got to know him closely as he regularly worshipped at the Maria Assumpta Cathedral Owerri, with his young children.

His experience on Christmas Day 25th December 1996 confirmed his special rapport with children beyond professional medical expertise. Excited with a brand new Christmas carol sung in the Cathedral on that day - Gloria, Gloria chorus he Angels - in honour of the Child Jesus, Dr. Okoh had raced off after Holy Mass to attend to the newly born in his hospital. Holding up a baby – boy born mute and already seven days old, Dr.Okoh sang the Gloria to the little boy. As he did so the boy suddenly cried into life. Unable to contain his joy Dr.Okoh took off to share the good news with me at the Archbishop's house

This experience led both of us into reflecting on life from the scientific and theological angles. It is thus with a deep sense of gratitude that I commend Dr. Omaka Okoh to the mercy of God. May his great soul rest in God's Peace.

Dear Maria and the entire Okoh family be consoled in Jesus Christ Our Saviour.

Sincerely yours,

Most Rev. Anthony J.V. Obinna

Archbishop Emeritus

A TRIBUTE TO MY UNCLE,

Omezue Prof. Dr. Omaka Okoh.

  Death is inevitable I know. You lived a good, purposeful and fulfilled life, this I know too. I mourn your demise not because you are gone but because your immediate family, the Omaka Dynasty, Extended relatives, and Friends both home and abroad, who have in one way or the other come across you will continue to yell anytime you are remembered. You were a loving and caring companion, a good mentor, a pediatrician per excellence, a philanthropist, a bridge builder, a great orator, a Poet, a motivator with astute leadership qualities and above all, the archive to the Omaka House Dynasty. I sorrow when I remember your teachings about the two great brothers, (OKOUCHE & CHUKWU UNA) of the blessed memory. Their distinguished lifestyle you upheld. I mourned you the I encountered you on the corridor and you couldn't recognise me. On that fateful morning, about three am, you asked me to show you the road to Afikpo. This was the day I knew you were home hungry to meet with your ancestors. Daddy, Ucheche will miss you. Your Police Commissioner will miss you. The market men and women of Ekeonunwa Owerri will miss you. Go well Daddy, Go well the genius of all time, Go well nnwa Obaragu, Go well Oyi Umuaka, Go well Enyi Oha till we meet to part no more.

  My heart bleeds each time I remember that you are gone but your loving and caring fatherly role will continue lingering in my heart. I ask who I will call Daddy. Daddy was really a father who loved his own even when things were wrong, he corrects with love and understanding. He was a candle that lit a lot of candles. You taught us that success should come from within not proving anyone wrong or seeking validation from others. Epistle could be written but words alone could not express how painful it was to lose a GREAT MAN father and academic per excellence.

Daddy taught me that it's all about finding joy, peace and happiness in the things that we do. Thank you daddy for all you did for I and my family, investing in our human capital resources through your wonderful Rotary club of Nigeria. I am already missing our numerous gist, jokes and plays. Daddy, your Amybekee in tears is saying Rest in peace.

We miss you. Go well daddy.

Duru-Ifeanyi Tina Amarachi Eziaku(Nee Collins).

   In Loving Memory: Honoring the Life of Dr Omaka Okoh.

Today, we gather to pay tribute to the life and legacy of a remarkable man, Dr Omaka Okoh. With heavy hearts and cherished memories, we celebrate the profound impact he had on our lives and the indelible mark he left on this world. Dr Omaka Okoh was not only a father, but a friend, mentor, and inspiration to all who had the privilege of knowing him.

Dr Omaka Okoh was a beacon of strength, kindness, and wisdom. His warm smile could instantly lighten up any room, and his compassionate heart touched the lives of countless individuals. He possessed a remarkable ability to make everyone feel seen, heard, and valued, leaving an everlasting impression on their hearts.

As a father, Dr Omaka Okoh was a pillar of love and support. He nurtured his children with unwavering dedication, instilling in them the values of integrity, perseverance, and compassion. His guidance and wisdom shaped their character and helped them navigate life's challenges with grace and resilience. His love for his family was immeasurable, and his legacy will continue to live on through the love and strength he instilled in them.

Beyond his role as a father, Dr Omaka Okoh was a true friend to many. He possessed a genuine interest in the lives of others, always ready to lend a listening ear, offer a comforting word, or provide guidance in times of need. His presence brought comfort and reassurance, and his genuine care and empathy touched the lives of all who crossed his path.

Dr Omaka Okoh's impact extended beyond his immediate circle. He was an active member of his community, dedicating his time and energy to various philanthropic endeavors. His generosity knew no bounds, and he made a positive difference in the lives of those less fortunate. Whether it was volunteering at local church or organizing fundraisers, he embodied the true spirit of compassion and selflessness.

Today, as we bid farewell to Dr Omaka Okoh, let us remember the incredible legacy he leaves behind. Though his physical presence may be gone, his spirit will forever live on in our hearts. Let us honor his memory by embodying the qualities he so beautifully exemplified - love, kindness, empathy, and resilience.

To Philip and the entire family, we extend our deepest condolences and offer our unwavering support during this difficult time. May you find solace in the cherished memories you shared with Dr Omaka Okoh, and may his spirit guide you through the days ahead.

In loving memory of a beloved father, friend, and inspiration, Dr Omaka Okoh.

Forever in our hearts.