Margaret Lucy Annette Ita

Mama, you've been a wonderful person and mother to lot. Rest on Mama Ita

A Life Well Lived, A Legacy Well Remembered.

I will always remember her with a smile. In 1997, (when my dad got transferred to Kainji) she refused to admit my younger brother into Grade One because she asked him to spell “bag,” but all he heard was “beg.” 😂 That was our first encounter with a white woman, and what an introduction it turned out to be!

I guess I was lucky. She only asked me to read a passage from a textbook, which I did perfectly. My brother could probably have done just as well, but fate had other plans that day. One thing is certain: he will never forget that encounter! 😂

Beyond this fond memory, she was an exemplary woman who lived a fulfilled life and left her mark on the lives of many. Some people leave us with lessons, others with memories, and a rare few leave us with both.

May her soul rest in peace, and may the legacy of her life continue to speak long after her departure.

TRIBUTE TO OUR BELOVED MRS. M. L. A. ITA

Finally, our beloved Mrs. M. L. A. Ita has taken a bow.

I have been trying to put my thoughts together about this great icon, and I keep asking myself, how do I begin to describe Mummy Ita?

Aside from my daddy, Mummy Ita was the person who made me love Mathematics. I was particularly blessed to experience two worlds of her. From Monday to Friday, she was my Headmistress, and on Sundays, she was my Sunday School teacher at the Methodist Church in New Bussa.

She was deeply committed to helping us become somebody in life. Looking back, I realise that so much of what she did was not just about teaching us academics, but about shaping our character and giving us a foundation for life.

Since her passing, I have found myself taking a nostalgic journey down memory lane. I remember how she encouraged us to learn our memory verses, taught us Mathematics tricks, encouraged music lessons, and, above all, showed us genuine motherly love and care.

Hmmm… our beloved Mummy Ita has finished her race. She has fought the good fight, she has kept the faith, and we trust that there awaits for her a crown of glory.

But her departure also makes me pause and ask: What will we be remembered for? What fruits will we leave behind?

My earnest prayer is that the Almighty God will help each and every one of us to finish our race well, strong and faithful, leaving behind beautiful memories and lasting fruits in the lives of those we encounter.

David, Mitchell, Ekaete and Otoyo, please be comforted by the knowledge that your beloved mother left behind beautiful memories, a rich legacy and good fruits. May the Holy Spirit, our Comforter and the Friend who sticks closer than a brother, continually comfort, strengthen and uphold you all.

May the soul of our beloved Mummy Ita rest peacefully in the bosom of the Lord.

Jacqueline Goyea
On behalf of the Modigies

A Mother to All
It’s so hard writing about someone that has brought you up like her child.
MLA was a rare 💎, she gave all her knowledge to everyone that passed through Nepa Senior Staff School. One of the events I always looked forward to was the speech and prize giving rehearsals . I loved the passion she had for every presentation, playing her piano , directing and bringing out the best in everyone. One thing I learnt from her and I’ve carried on is to always dream big and be confident in whatever you do.
My life story isn’t complete without you in it. I will forever be grateful to you I know you are definitely in the best place a God fearing, gorgeous, caring and loving person should be. I’ll miss you.
Till we meet again, Mama sun re o 🤗🤗🤗

Auntie Margaret was a legend in our home as we were growing up, through the stories Mum would share with us of her life in Nigeria and through the memories she shared of their childhood in Northern Ireland. They were steadfast friends throughout their lives, always interested in each other's lives, always there for each other, always ready to listen and to share, in good times and in bad. Most of their communication over the years was by letter. Old School. Just like their faith, their worship and their Christian values. Auntie Margaret was a legend to us because she was mostly talked about but rarely seen. Having read and heard the stories of her accomplishments throughout her life though, we can also see that she is legendary to many, many people for her hard work, determination and ability to make the impossible possible! She truly has fought the good fight and, now that she has finished the race, she has certainly earned the peace and joy that we trust surround her now. Sending you much love and strength in these days of grief and mourning David, Mitchell, Lucy and Otoyo, and praying for God's blessings on you all.

Mrs Margaret Ita will linger long in our hearts as someone who molded and touched so many lives as we grew up in Kainji.

But Mrs Ita was not just the general mother. For me, she was a great inspiration. Whatever I am today, I owe a lot to her encouragement. She loved my family and me, encouraged me, supported me, gave me platforms and monitored my growth and success till her strength waned.

While we still communicated all along this year, one of her messages that resonated was the one she sent to me last year, in June:
"Thank you, Ezekiel. Last year in November, I was diagnosed... Because of my age, 87, they would not do any treatment, so they sent me home with a visiting nurse each week. It’s all in God’s Hands. I pray for God’s healing either by miracle or by taking me Home to Glory, which I would love."

I am glad that at 88, she has finally got the healing she desired.
Rest on, dear mother, until we meet to part no more.

Tribute to an Exceptional Matriarch: In Loving Memory of Mrs. Margaret Ita

May her gentle soul rest in perfect peace. Amen.

I celebrate and honor the extraordinary life of our beloved Aunt, Mrs. Margaret Ita. She was a woman of rare dignity, unwavering faith, and deep love, whose life was a masterclass in purpose and quiet impact.

She will be sorely missed, but her memory will forever remain a blessing to us. My heart overflows with profound gratitude whenever I reflect on what Auntie Margaret did for my family. She was the one who personally facilitated my mother securing her nursing appointment at NEPA Hospital, standing by her and seeing the entire process through to the very end. That single act of kindness and unwavering support gave my mother the career she dedicated her life to, worked through, and eventually retired from. Our entire family owes so much to her generous heart and steadfast backing.

Growing up and knowing Auntie Margaret personally was a true joy. I have such fond memories of visiting her home, seeing that beautiful grand piano in her living room, and listening to her sing. She was a devout woman of God and an exceptional lover of music who could hit the most effortless high notes, always accompanied by her sweet, warm smile.

To the wider world, she was a towering figure. As the Principal and Headmistress of NEPA Senior Staff School, she left an indelible mark on education. She was an elegant, dignified, yet delightfully no-nonsense administrator who molded generations into the accomplished men and women they are today.
Attending NIFFR Staff School back then, I used to playfully envy my peers who had Auntie Margaret as their headmistress, knowing firsthand the unique exposure and standard of excellence she brought to everything she touched.

I will always be deeply proud to have called her my aunt. She lived a life of faith, substance, and immense impact that lifted everyone around her. Most especially I am happy that she loved God and is with him right now.

My heart and prayers go out to the family she left behind. May God grant us all the strength and comfort to bear this great loss. She will be dearly missed, fondly remembered, and never forgotten.

ODE TO AN EXCEPTIONAL WOMAN-MRS M.L.A. ITA: AN EDUCATIONIST WITH A STEEZE!!!
We give thanks and adoration to Almighty God;the one eho gives life and also takes it when its time.
Our Mum,Mentor,Teacher;Mrs M.L.A.Ita,lived an impactful life and contributed immensely to the achievements and success of several of her pupils, students and mentees.
She was passionate about education,religion and left an indellible mark on any pupil or student that passed through her.
Almighty God created her uniquely;She was a Mathematician and guru a pianist,music teacher,English tutor and an all-encompassing individual.
I recall that my Mathematics was really awful!In my final class-Grade Six,she took me up particularly to ensure i passed the Common Entrance Exams.I had two hours extra lessons after School which enabled me pass out in flying colours on the Merit list of the prestigious Federal Government Girls College New-Bussa.
I owe my success today to Almighty God,my beloved parent and my Mentor,Mrs.M.L.A.Ita.
Lest i forgot the beautiful hyms and songs she taught us and the sonorous piano notes of her favourite hymns,"Morning has Broken,"All Things Bright and Beautiful." She also made us memorise the "Lords Prayer"and translated it into a sonorous chorus that stuck with us till date.
Today,we celebrate her exemplary,exceptional and impactful life and pray that all her sins be forgiven and her soul rests peacefully in the bosom of her creator.
On this note, i wish to symphatise and empathise particularly,with David,Michelle,Ekaete, Otoyo,their spouses and children on the irreparable loss of a loving,caring Mother and Matriach of the Ita family!
I want to seize this opportunity to crave your indulgence to plead with you all, to ensure you carry and live on her legacy!
May her lovely soul continue to rest with the Saints,aamiin.
For and on behalf of Dr H.A.Adeniji family of the National Institute for Freshwater Fisheries(NIFFR) and the entire Class of 1981(NEPA Senior Staff School,Kainji)
Warm regards ftom Larai Balewa,Janet Layode,Catoline Cole,Dare Imoru,Bello Dantoro,Mohammed Dantoro(the present Emir of Borgu kingdom)
Adieu,our beloved Teacher and Mentor-Mrs M.L.A. Ita.

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his faithful servants. Mommy Ita was a faithful servant of the Lord Jesus Christ. Our loss is heaven's gain. Rest on mommy and say hi to Daddy Ita.

Mama Margaret, we have abundant reasons to praise God for your life. Your home -call was not expected now but we have no reason to argue with your Creator. We were living witnesses of your life of service, sacrifice and total dedication to God. Yours was a life of great impact - an example to people like me. The n Oron people will never forget what your in Oron land meant to the widows, orphans,the poor and needy. Only Heaven will reveal all. We had prayed for you during your illness trusting God for your healing and restoration but God had the upper hand.and we cannot query Him since our loss is Heavenly gain when a saint goes home. My prayer is that the Lord may comfort your family and give them the courage to bear this loss . May He equip all of them to carry on the precious ministry you left behind. . Rest in the bossom of your your LORD till we meet again where we will never part again. Pastor Vincent Chukwu.

“A Part of You Lives On in Me: A Tribute to My Beloved Headmistress”
I still find it difficult to put these words together. Even now, writing this doesn’t feel real. But such is life. Life is a journey, and death is a debt we must all pay someday. It is an inevitable end, no matter how much we wish otherwise.

Writing a tribute to M.L.A. Ita feels almost like writing a part of my own life story. How do I begin to say goodbye to someone who played such an important role in shaping the person I have become? Someone who gave me the foundation upon which I built my dreams and eventually became what I had always hoped to be, a paediatric surgeon.
NEPA Senior Staff School. A name that will forever hold a special place in my heart. Our motto was “Knowledge is Power,” and looking back today, I realise just how much those three words shaped our lives. They weren’t just words we recited; they were values you made sure we lived by.

And how could I ever forget Parents’ Evening? Those were some of the most beautiful moments of our childhood. Every child looked forward to that special occasion, hoping to be recognised for their academic excellence and, of course, to receive one of those lovely books Mrs Ita would give as a reward. The excitement, the pride, the joy of taking those books home to show our parents such simple things, yet such priceless memories. Little did we know then that you were teaching us something far greater than the subjects in our classrooms. You were teaching us that hard work, dedication, and excellence mattered. Those memories have stayed with me all these years, and I smile even now thinking about them.

Every time I step into the operating theatre, I carry a little bit of you with me. Your teachings, your discipline, your encouragement, and the values you instilled in us have never left me. And sometimes, that little bit of you is all the inspiration I need to keep going.

I will forever be grateful that I had the opportunity to see you again in 2023, after so many years. This time, I came with my family. My wife had always been eager to meet this wonderful woman I spoke so fondly about, and I am so glad she finally did. Looking back now, that visit means even more to me than I could ever have imagined.

You gave us so much more than an education. You gave us the confidence to dream, the discipline to work towards those dreams, and the foundation to succeed in life. You believed in us, pushed us, and prepared us for a world we knew so little about at the time. I don’t think words will ever be enough to express how grateful I am.

It is painful to know that I will never see you again, but I take comfort in knowing that your legacy lives on in all of us whose lives you touched. A part of you will always remain in the people we have become and in the lives we, in turn, are privileged to touch.

I will miss you dearly, my Headmistress.

Rest well, M.L.A. Ita. You have done your part, and you have done it beautifully. We will continue to make you proud, just as you always taught us to.

Thank you for being such an important part of my story.

“A Tribute to An Angel”

In reading the beautiful tributes from those whose lives you touched, a single truth stands out: you were a chosen vessel born to do God’s work, shaping generations to impact the world for His glory. You were an angel in our midst. Having fulfilled your purpose at a ripe age, you have been called home to the Lord's kingdom to receive your heavenly reward as a servant who remained obedient until your final breath.

Through my close friendship with Dr. Sam, one of your sons Inlaw, I have known your daughter, Lucy, since they first met. It was clear from the start that Sam, had married right. Lucy’s unwavering faith and character today, are the direct fruit of your godly upbringing and love. The same goes for her siblings, and I know that you left them as a proud mother, and grandmother. I am inspired by the legacy you left behind, and hope that this truth shall equally impact on me, as I live the rest of my life. Please continue to look after your family and those of us, who came to know you, through those whom you directly impacted. May your gentle soul rest in eternal harmony with our Lord, amen!

Nsikan Koffi
Phoenix, AZ

A TRIBUTE FROM MESL STAFF SCHOOLS KAINJI
In Loving Memory of Our Beloved Mama "Oyinbo"

To the world, she was Mrs. Margaret Lucy Annette Ita. To her beloved pupils in primary school, she was the strict, brilliant, and unforgettable Headmistress affectionately nicknamed "Oyinbo".

Today, the Management, Alumni, and Current Staff of MESL Staff Schools Kainji (formerly NEPA Senior Staff School) stand together to salute her glorious transition.

Mama was a visionary leader who was exceptional and meticulous with her work. We remember her distinct presence on the compound — always neatly dressed in her signature gowns and sandals.

She held high standards for discipline, completely banning vernacular speaking to ensure we mastered our English, while driving us to love hard work and read avidly. Though she didn’t speak our indigenous languages, she never needed to; her simple, warm words and accommodating spirit made her a master communicator who made everyone feel secure.

Above all, Mama filled our childhood with the joy of music. She was a phenomenal pianist. The magic of Parent Evening Days will forever live in our hearts. Without a single rehearsal, Mama would sit at the piano keys, instantly matching her melodies to whatever poem or nursery rhyme a nervous child stood up to recite. She knew every poem by heart, transforming those evenings into vibrant, lively celebrations of fun and confidence.

From sports to new educational innovations, she built the foundation that made us champions.

She also championed the establishment of the secondary school. Together with the late Mr. Ishaku and the late Engnr. Ogali, Mama worked tirelessly to bring the secondary school to life around 1995, which led to an influx of people from different parts of the Nation to Kainji.

Even in retirement and while living abroad, Mama never stopped loving us. She loved her pupils and staff so deeply that she always had us in mind. Every external examination season, she would consistently call the Principal serving at the time, including our current Principal, to pray for the success of our students. She did this faithfully every year until she could no longer. Truly, we have felt the impact of her prayers and best wishes, as our results have continued to rise year after year.

The name of our school has changed over the years, but the pillars of excellence "Oyinbo" built into the very soil of Kainji are timeless.

Rest beautifully at the feet of your Master, Mummy Ita. The music of your legacy plays on.

— With love and eternal respect,
The Management, Alumni, and Staff of MESL Staff Schools, Kainji.

*EULOGY FOR A MOTHER INDEED*

Mummy, you were a mother in every sense of the word; a pillar of strength, support, and a source of encouragement.

Your love for God was evident to all. Your passion, numerous sacrifices and commitment spoke louder than words, reflecting Jesus to all around you.

We remember how receptive and hospitable you and Daddy were when we first met. That is something we will never forget.

You were loving, thoughtful, selfless, generous and fun to be with. We will miss having conversations with you. Death is such a rude reality!

Mummy, thank you for being part of our lives. Thank you for your prayers, gifts, godly counsel and more.

We love you and wish you had stayed a little longer, but the life you lived and the legacy you left are our comfort.

We are glad you lived a good and impactful life and witnessed many answered prayers. We are sure you died fulfilled.

For the family you have left behind, may God watch over and uphold them with His mighty hand.

Sleep well, Mummy.

Your memories will forever remain treasured in our hearts.


Enobong & Cecilia

A TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF MAMA MARGARET L.
A. ITA
O, woman of God, we stand with your beloved family to wish you
farewell.
You were a very good woman: a missionary at heart, a great wife, an
excellent mother and a good facilitator of God’s work on earth.
We remember you as a very diligent teacher in your younger years; a
good instructor, an exemplary leader and a woman with a very good
heart.
You left an indelible imprint and legacy as a Nation Builder in that you
raised a crop of young people who are very focused and dutiful.
We cannot forget your role as a kind and supportive mother-in-law; a
very dependable worker in God’s house, and a good example of a mother
and grandmother. All your friends in Nigeria salute you and say: “Ma,
amanam o o!”
Those of us who had the privilege to know you have learned from your
kind example, and we will always treasure your memory of good works
in Kainji, Calabar and Oron in Nigeria.
Adieu Ma Ita.
May your gentle soul rest in peace.
Dr (Mrs) Laide Okafor
For the Team of International Coordinators

Tribute to Margaret Ita
I was privileged to meet Margaret for the first time around 1971 or 1972 in New Bussa and we were to become great friends and prayer partners for the next 55 years.
She would travel to Ilorin from time to time to visit us and we also went to see her in Kainji.
The children used to pop in on their way to or from Federal Government College whenever they had the opportunity and though we could not link up as regularly after they retired to Oron we did keep in touch throughout.
But it is when Margaret moved back to the UK that we really got to spend much more time together.
We would spend hours sharing our experiences, going down memory lane, lingering on the good memories and praying together. I enjoyed so much linking up again with her wonderful children both in Derby and in Lagos and getting to know some of the grandchildren. What a joy and comfort for Margaret in her old age to see all her loved ones serving the Lord faithfully. Every day she would pray for them one by one. She dedicated so much of her time to teach her grandchildren maths and piano and to encourage them in all their endeavours.
The highlight of her retirement were her annual trips to Nigeria to visit the UCMC with her children and continually raising funds with the support of the New Life church to improve the facilities at the Centre and extend its outreach.
She left with the blessed assurance that her children would continue the good work.
You have faithfully run the race to the end, Margaret dear and now you are with your Lord and Saviour whom you loved so dearly and served so faithfully
Thank God for your life and you will continue to live in our hearts.
Adieu, dear Margaret!
Rest in peace.

Dear Lucy & Sam, we wish to express our deep condolences on the passing on of your loving mum/mum-in-law. Our parents are never too old to be called home by our Creator. Our thoughts and prayers are with you at this time. May Almighty God comfort you and other family members as well as grant her soul peaceful rest with Him. Amen.

Ehimeme & Minika Ohioma

Dear Margaret, the lady with the warmest of smiles. I remember being greeted by her when we were new at NL Derby. I observed and experienced that
Margaret showed a genuine interest and love for the person before her and listened attentively.
I read Margaret's book avidly and was impacted by her story of a selfless life lived for the glory of her God, empowered mightily by Holy Spirit and a strong and enduring faith and trust in her Lord Jesus.
An extraordinary woman of God and a wonderful legacy of fruitful mission, an example to all, of how to run the race well to the very end of the course.
RIP dearest Mummy Ita, until we meet again.

TRIBUTE TO MRS M. L. A. ITA- Three Years, a Lifetime of Impact

Just three years, yet the impact remains forever. That is the simplest way to summarise my experience with Mrs M. L. A. Ita.

We were many, as you would expect in a secondary school, but somehow, everyone had a personal touch. I had my own personal touch.

Very few people, if anyone at all, knew that Mrs Ita was the one who wrapped my textbooks at the beginning of every academic year. And she did so for a very thoughtful reason.

Her plan was simple: at the end of each academic year, I would bring the books back, we would sell them, and the proceeds would go towards buying my textbooks for the next session.

She knew I was the last child in my family and that there would be no younger sibling to inherit my books. So, in her wisdom, she decided we should make the most of what we had.

That was Mrs Ita. Practical love. Intentional care. Personal investment.

Now, let me say this myself: I am academically sound. In fact, GIFTED is the word! But even giftedness needs polishing. I needed more than academic excellence. I needed a solid, lasting foundation: morally, spiritually, and in every other way that truly matters.

And in those three years with Mrs Ita at NEPA Secondary School, I received all of that and so much more.

In her, I had a Principal, a Mother, a Sounding Board, a Shepherd, and a Pastor.

And I know I am not the only one who experienced these different sides of her. As I said, everyone had that personal touch. How she managed to make so many students feel individually seen, known, and cared for is, in itself, a lesson in leadership worth learning.

Then, in 1998, she retired.

And oh, how we missed her!

But there was a beautiful consolation for me. She continued attending Mass at the Catholic Church in Kainji, and on a few occasions, she even played the piano.

What a blessing it was to continue seeing her!

Three years ago, I had the precious opportunity to reconnect with her at her home in Derby.

Nostalgic is an understatement.

She remembered everything. She remembered everyone. And she was as generous as ever. Food, warmth, access, hospitality — name it! She gave freely.

It was as though the years had not passed. The same Mrs Ita. The same warmth. The same genuine interest in people.

For me, seeing her again was a gift I knew I needed, and I am so grateful I received it.

Looking back now, I realise that three years may seem short in a student's life, but in the hands of the right teacher, mentor, and mother, they can shape a lifetime.

Mrs Ita did not merely lead a school. She helped raise people. She built lives. She laid foundations that time cannot erase.

And I am one of those lives.

Thank you, Mommy.

Thank you for seeing me, nurturing me, guiding me, and investing in me. Thank you for the lessons you taught, the values you modelled, and the love you gave so freely.

Jesus, Mommy!

Even in the pain of this loss, we are comforted, and we judge God faithful. We are grateful for the gift of your life and for the privilege of having been part of it.

Three years with you. A lifetime of impact.

I love you, Mommy.

Rest peacefully in the Lord's embrace. ❤️

A Tribute to Mrs Margaret Lucy Annette Ita

What I will always remember about you is your love for the Lord. It came through in your conversations, your love of prayer, and your dedication to serving God and reaching others with His love.

I remember your commitment to missionary work in Nigeria and the annual mission outreach you continued to return for, even after moving abroad. That dedication touched me deeply. You gave your time and yourself to something you believed in, with a heart for people and their salvation.

One memory especially dear to me is watching you teach your grandchildren, my sister’s daughters, to play the keyboard. You would come regularly to teach them, patiently sharing your knowledge and love of music. It was such a beautiful thing to witness. Through those visits, you gave them more than a skill. You gave them your time, your attention, and memories of their grandmother that they can carry throughout their lives.

I also remember a conversation we had about the Redeemed Christian Church of God’s Holy Ghost Service. What stayed with me was the love for God that came through as you spoke. You loved the Lord, and you loved prayer. Your faith was part of how you lived and served.

One thing I will always be grateful for is the mother you became to my sister. We lost our own mum early, and you loved my sister as your daughter. She called you “Mummy” because that was who you were to her: a mother who loved her and whom she loved deeply in return.

My sister has often spoken about how God gave her a mother in you. Now, with your passing, she feels she has lost a mother again. As her sister, it means so much to me to know that she experienced that motherly love through you. Thank you, Mummy, for loving her so dearly and for becoming such a precious part of our family.

Rest peacefully in the presence of the Lord you loved so dearly. May God comfort your family and everyone who mourns your passing.

With love,
Ufuoma

I taught under Mama Itas leadership for over 2 decades at Nepa Senor Staff School, Kainji , Niger State.
She was a good leader in all areas and a mentor.
Our communication didn't end when we both retired, we communicated and shared memories until Mama could no longer hold her phone.

My consolation is that mama lived a good life , served the Lord till the end and is with her Lord now.

Rest well Mama Ita, till we meet at Jesus feet.

Mrs Awoniyi, Teacher at Nepa Senior Staff School,Kainji

Thank You Mummy Margaret Ita for touching so Many lives .I am blessed to be one of the many lives you touched in NEPA Senior Staff School, Kainji . Blessed is your sweet memory 🧎‍♂️‍➡️🙏🧎‍♂️‍➡️. I still sing …all things bright & beautiful….

MY FAVORITE HEADMISTRESS AND PRINCIPAL!!!

Rehearsing for the end of year/session was always fun. Something to look forward to. I remember vividly standing on stand during one rehearsal and Mama Ita instructing me on what to do, how I to deliver my role. Told me not to be shy. She was firm yet encouraging and that helped me because I was as extremely nervous. Our play turned out great and I still recall some lines till date.

We’re always looking clean because we know our headmistress would check on assembly grounds. No long nails etc. I chuckle as I remember her favorite cane- she held it her. Hardly used it though.

I can picture her look- simple skirts, blouses, sandals and her famous hair do 😍.

We learnt songs, used musical instruments during our presentations at EOY, she played the piano. Memories I’ll forever cherish.

I’m grateful for a life well lived, most importantly serving the Lord. I’m sure you are at your Father’s feet, worshiping with the angels and elders.

Your memory remains forever blessed Mama Ita. Thank you for your confidence in me.

TRIBUTE TO MY PRIMARY SCHOOL HEADMISTRESS AND MUSIC TEACHER, MRS MLA ITA

Some people leave footprints on our hearts that time can never erase. Mrs MLA Ita was one such person in my life.

You were not just my primary school Headmistress and Music teacher; you were a mentor, a role model, and an extraordinary woman who made a lasting impact on my life. You saw in me a gift that I struggled to recognise in myself. Despite my lack of confidence, you identified my ability to sing and patiently nurtured that gift, helping me find my voice and the confidence to use it.

Beyond music, you instilled Christian values in us through the Christian fellowships under your tutelage. You taught us not only through your words but also through your exemplary life, discipline, and unwavering commitment to excellence. You were, indeed, excellence personified!

One memory that will forever remain etched in my heart was during my secondary school speech and prize-giving ceremony, which you attended. I had the privilege of conducting the school choir, but at some point, I became distracted while conducting one of the songs. And then came your unforgettable intervention! You wrote a message on a paper towel, signed with your initials, MLA Ita, and sent it to me. I read it, looked across at where you were seated in the audience, and our eyes met.

Oh, how that moment brought me back to my senses! I immediately stepped up my game and gave the task the attention it deserved. 😂 That was the effect you had on me! Even from the audience, you knew how to get the best out of me. Your standards were high, your expectations clear, and your commitment to excellence unwavering.

Looking back, I realise that those moments were more than just corrections; they were lessons in discipline, focus, confidence, and excellence that extended far beyond the classroom.

Thank you, Mrs MLA Ita, for seeing potential in a little girl who could not fully see it in herself. Thank you for nurturing my gift, building my confidence, and helping to shape the woman I have become. The seeds you planted in my childhood have left an imprint on my life that I will forever cherish.

It is painful to say goodbye, but I am deeply grateful that our paths crossed and that I had the privilege of being one of the many lives you touched.

Heaven has gained an angel, but your legacy lives on in the lives you nurtured, the values you instilled, and the gifts you helped bring to life.

Rest well, dear Mrs MLA Ita. Thank you for everything. You will always hold a special place in my heart. ❤️.

Thank you very much Mama Ita for your positive impact on my life as a kid in Primary school. You ensured we had the best education and prepared us for the life afterwards. I pray the good LORD grant you eternal rest and comfort the entire family you left behind.
Olufemi Ologun

I had the best Primary Education because of Mama Ita. She impacted our lives academically and spiritually. Attached is a picture of her golden signature. I always look forward to receiving books with her signature.
Rest on Mama, you lived a good life.

" Dear Mummy Ita, words will never be enough to describe your personality, your unbelievably good-natured and sincere love for humanity, and the way you espoused the love of God in all you did. You impacted my life in a way that left an indelible footprint. I am privileged to have experienced you as a teacher, a guardian, a leader, an educator, and above all, one who preached Jesus and lived the life of Christ. Even when I came visiting you in your native hometown at Oron, in Akwa Ibom State, during my service year in 2009, you showered so much love and care to me as we went down memory lane discussing Nepa School, my classmates, and other related topics. What caught my attention was how you almost accurately recollected the characteristics, behaviours, and mannerisms of everyone, especially the pioneer set of 1995. You were such a gem, a blessing to this generation, and a gift to humanity. You will be sorely missed. May your gentle soul rest in peace, and may the good Lord comfort everyone who has been impacted by your demise. Until we meet to part no more at the resurrection morning, I say, Adieu, Mummy Ita.

A TRIBUTE TO MY DEAR FORMER PRINCIPAL, MOTHER AND TEACHER : A LIFE THAT WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN

Today, I remember with deep respect, gratitude, and fond memories a remarkable woman who played a special role in my life during my Primary and secondary school days.

She was a wonderful woman who came into our lives not just as a school principal, but as a teacher, mentor, and mother figure. She taught me Music, Mathematics, English, and, most importantly, about Jesus Christ. Through her teachings, she helped shape not only my knowledge but also my values, character, and understanding of life. In her words I'd never forget: "Do unto others what you want them to do unto you".

Looking back today, I realise that the impact of a good teacher goes far beyond the classroom. The lessons she taught, the discipline she instilled, and the Christian values she shared have remained part of the person I am today.

Though she came from a distant land, she left a lasting mark on the lives of those she taught. Her dedication, kindness, and commitment to education remind me that true teachers do more than teach subjects; they plant seeds of wisdom and faith that continue to grow long after they are gone.

It is painful to know that she is no longer with us, but I am comforted by the beautiful memories she left behind and the knowledge that her influence continues to live in the lives of her former students.

Dear Mama Ita, thank you for teaching me, guiding me, and introducing me to lessons that have stayed with me throughout my life. Your earthly journey may have ended, but your legacy lives on in the hearts and minds of those you taught.

May your soul rest in perfect peace, and may the Lord Jesus Christ, grant you eternal rest in His heavenly kingdom.

Rest well, dear Mama MLA Ita. You are gone, but never forgotten. Your son will always remember you with gratitude and love.
Balewa Emmanuel Balarabe

*A TRIBUTE TO A GREAT MOTHER AND A GREAT TEACHER*

Her kindness and impact will always remain in my heart.

May her beautiful soul rest in perfect peace. 🕊️

Mrs. Ita was my first Sunday School teacher at Methodist Church and she was a great role model to me. Through her, I came to know more about Jesus and how to teach children in Bible Club.

I can never forget her sacrifice. During every long holiday then at New Bussa, she would always take us to Fishery School at Kainji Lake in New Bussa just to teach us the Word of God, and she would feed us for all the days we were there. She spent her own time and money on us.

If you were able to recite any memory verse, you would go home with a gift card - and different memory verses were written on those gift cards.

I still remember the last story she taught us so well - about the True Vine in the Bible. She taught it so passionately that I still remember it very well today.

She introduced us to *CEM - Children Evangelism Ministry*. It is a program you need to attend first to be equipped to teach and have a Bible Club.

I am so glad those teachings are what is helping me today and the reason I am still in the Children Ministry. Your life and your story were a great encouragement.

What I learnt from you since 1984 when we were together in Methodist Church is still in me today. When I am teaching, I see you in me.

She indeed was a wonderful mother. You will forever be in my heart.
Rest well, my dear teacher.

By: Juliet Elvis Digbori (Nee Obojeghren)

Today, I pay tribute to a wonderful soul who played such a beautiful role in my childhood. You were more than just a teacher; you were a mother figure, a mentor, and a blessing whose impact on my life will never be forgotten.

You helped give me the best childhood, filling my early years with beautiful memories, love, laughter, and lessons that went far beyond the classroom. You made learning enjoyable, encouraged me to believe in myself, and created moments that I will forever hold close to my heart.

Looking back, I realise that some of the happiest memories of my childhood were made possible because of you. Your kindness, patience, care, and dedication helped shape the person I am today. You may have been teaching me how to read and write, but you were also teaching me valuable lessons about life, kindness, and believing in myself.

It hurts to know that you are no longer here, but I am grateful that I had the privilege of being one of your pupils. Though death has taken you away from us, it can never erase the beautiful memories you left behind or the lives you touched.Thank you for being part of the reason I look back on my childhood with so much love and happiness. You will always have a special place in my heart, and a part of you will live on in every beautiful memory I carry from those innocent days.

Rest peacefully, my dear teacher. Your work on earth was meaningful, your love was felt, and your legacy will never be forgotten. You may be gone, but you will forever remain a cherished part of my story.Rest well, my childhood angel. 🕊️❤️ Your former pupil will never forget you.

TRIBUTE TO MARGARET LUCY ANNETTE ITA

A Builder of Lives

27 February 1938 – 13 September 2026

Some people pass through life and leave memories. Others pass through life and leave people: men and women whose lives bear the enduring imprint of their investment. Margaret Lucy Annette Ita was one of such people.

As Headmistress of NEPA Senior Staff School, New Bussa, Niger State, she devoted herself to educating, disciplining and shaping young lives.

Her classroom extended beyond the walls of the school. As a Sunday School teacher and music teacher, she nurtured faith, character and talent. Many of those she taught and influenced went on to become accomplished men and women across the world.

She taught the mind. She shaped character. She nurtured the spirit. She developed gifts. She was more than a teacher; she was a builder of people.

Her family equally bears testimony to her sacrifice and devotion. She laboured for her children and had the joy of seeing the fruits of those sacrifices in their lives.

Though she has left us, her influence remains. Every life she shaped carries something of her forward. The teacher may have left the classroom, but her lessons remain; the music continues, and the seeds she planted are still growing.

Farewell, Mummy Margaret Ita: missionary, Headmistress, teacher, mother and builder of generations.

Rest well, Ma. Your life was an investment in others, and your legacy will continue to speak for generations.

Aniebiet Abia and Family

To the entire family of Mummy Ita,

Please be encouraged and take comfort in the assurance that death is not the end for her. Because her precious Savior rose from the dead, she will also rise again with an eternal, perfect body where we will see her again! You are in my prayers for the deep comfort of the Holy Spirit in this season, and I send you all warm hugs.


What a joy she was! Looking back, who else would pour their life into the lives of children in faraway towns in Nigeria, knowing those kids could never repay her? Because of your love for our Savior, Jesus, you brought a balanced, British-style education both inside and outside the classroom to us as young kids. You taught us the Word at every opportunity. And guess what? Those seeds grew and are still growing!

I recall with nostalgia the yellow fabric board you used to stick Bible characters to. I vividly remember the story of Joseph and his coat of many colors that you taught us in FCS.

There are simply too many moments of impact to count. Because Jesus, whose love spurred you on, can be trusted to keep His word, we know we will see you again on the resurrection morning.

We therefore grieve with hope, and we strive to pass on that love and hope to our families and the world around us.

Rest on until we meet again. To quote the words of Ray Boltz, "Thank you for giving to the Lord."


You are dearly loved, dear mother.

Some people leave memories that time can never erase.....

Mummy Ita was one of them.....Firm but caring, she played a special role in shaping our childhood. Looking back, I truly appreciate all she did for us.

Thank you, Ma, for the beautiful memories and lasting impact. Rest well, Mummy. Ita. Heaven gained another angel! You will always be remembered with love.

“The memory of the just is blessed.” — Proverbs 10:7

Staff of UCMC sympathize with family of our Mummy Ita on the loss of our dear mother in the LORD. Mummy Ita was a blessing to every member of staff in Medical, Computer and Sewing departments. She extended her generosity to nursing trainees outside Ekim center. She was a mother always ready to support every family. She never forgot to bring gifts for every staff and family. Staff of UCMC miss her dearly. However, she has motivated us to serve the LORD with all our hearts. We have resolved to continue her legacy. We pray the Almighty God will not allow her good works end. We are glad she's in the bossom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. God bless!

Truly,Mummy Ita
was a rare gem in every sense.

Truly, one of the few who positively influenced multiple generations.

Mrs Ita sowed the early seeds of love of God and the scriptures in my heart through FCS in the Primary School at Kainji.

The first set of scriptures I memorised came under her tutelage.

Thank God for the discipline she gave us that kept us on track back in the day.

She helped to mould many young lives, who in turn, are now moulding others.

She was a true giant in the things of God.

Mummy ita has left behind a trail of good works ,good lives and great memories.

May God cause her offspring to reap the good works she had sown in uncountable lives.

What a woman of influence !
What a wonderful child of God Mama was.

We hold your memories with great fondness .

I will see you someday when we all reunite in the land of eternal youth where we never grow old or sick.

You are currently living the dream you taught us about ;pain free ,no grey hairs and young forever in the presence of Jesus christ, your first Love.

TRIBUTE TO MRS. ITA — MY HEADMISTRESS, MY FRIEND, MY MOM

How do I begin to write a tribute to someone who has been part of my life for almost as long as I can remember?

Mrs. Ita was first my headmistress. Then she became my friend. And somewhere along the way, without any formal declaration or defining moment, she became my mom.

Knowing Mrs. Ita was one of the great blessings of my life. My memories of her stretch all the way back to childhood, and some of the simplest ones are also the most precious.

I remember going to her home and how she and late Daddy, Mr. Ita, would sit together and simply watch me being a child. I must have been such a baby to them.

I would move from one thing to another—peering into the aquarium, feeding the fish and talking to my little “fishies”; then running over to the piano and playing completely random notes as though I were giving a concert; then abandoning the piano for their collection of records, looking for something else to play.

And through all of this, Mommy and Daddy would sit there watching me with those smiles on their faces.

One record in particular has stayed in my memory all these years—the Siamese cats singing, “We are Siamese, if you please…” I can still remember it.

There was such freedom in their home. I could simply be a child.

I remember the times I stayed with them, including one occasion when I spent about a week there. I remember the most sumptuous breakfasts. But even more than the food, I remember the feeling of being cared for.

And, Lucy, you will remember the Indomie story.

At the time, I did not even eat Indomie. Lucy wanted it, but Mommy did not want it in the house. So, naturally, Lucy sent me to ask.

I can still picture myself walking upstairs on my tiny feet and entering Mommy’s room. She had come back from work and was resting on her bed. I was nervous because I was expecting the kind of resounding “NO” that I knew very well from my own mother!

Instead, she looked at me with that beautiful smile.

I summoned my courage and said, “Please, I would like to eat Indomie.”

She smiled and said, “Okay, that’s all right. We’ll go to the shop and get you Indomie.”

And just like that, Indomie entered the Ita household—through me!

What stays with me now, though, is not really the Indomie. It is what that little incident says about her. She had worked all day. She was tired and resting. Yet this little girl came upstairs asking for noodles, and she got out of bed, got into the car and took me to the shop.

That was Mommy.

There are countless other pieces of my childhood that carry her fingerprints.

My love of books was nurtured in that home. I read practically every Enid Blyton book I could get my hands on—the Famous Five and so many others—through her.

And then there were the lessons that went far beyond books.

“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

The Golden Rule.

Pray.

Be kind.

Be nice.

And the songs—songs and lessons from childhood that somehow remained with me and still speak to me today.

Years passed. I grew up. I became a mother myself. Yet somehow, Mommy remained Mommy.

Then came one of the most precious experiences of my adult life: visiting her with my children.

The children had met her before when they were babies, but this time they were old enough to know her, talk with her and make memories of their own. What I thought would simply be a visit became something much bigger. It felt like a complete family vacation—and, in a way I did not expect, a journey back to my own mother.

Almost as soon as we arrived, Mommy said she knew the children would want to see pictures of their grandmother, so she had brought out old photo albums for us.

And there she was.

My mother.

Page after page. Photograph after photograph. My late mom and Mrs. Ita together. Pieces of a life and a friendship from years before.

My children were beside themselves.

“See Grandma!”

“Oh, see Grandma!”

“Look at Grandma!”

They kept discovering their grandmother in those photographs, and I found myself overwhelmed by memories and emotions I had carried for years.

Mommy talked to us about her. We looked at photographs. We remembered. We laughed. We ate. We went out. The children were thoroughly spoiled, of course.

And Mommy was still Mommy.

During one of our outings, she gave me her card to buy lunch and other things for us. Being the responsible adult I thought I was, I decided there was absolutely no reason to spend unnecessarily. We were fine. So I bought what I considered perfectly adequate for four people.

Big mistake.

When Mommy discovered how little I had spent, she was genuinely annoyed with me!

How could she give me her card to take myself and the children out and I would spend only that amount on four people?

I was an adult, a wife and a mother—but at that moment, I was a child again, being scolded by Mommy for refusing to allow her to spoil me properly.

So, yes, I went back and bought some more things.

Looking back now, I treasure even that scolding. Because love sometimes sounds like, “Why didn’t you spend more of my money?”

But that visit became much more profound than any of us expected.

I had never really had the opportunity to properly grieve my mother’s death. There had been so much happening, so much to deal with, that somewhere inside me, grief had remained unfinished.

Being with Mrs. Ita gave me something I didn’t even know I still needed.

It gave me a connection to my mother.

It gave my children a connection to the grandmother they had lost.

And, somehow, it gave me a measure of closure.

Then it was time to leave.

Before we left, Mommy said something I desperately did not want to hear. She told me that this was likely the last time we would ever see each other.

I cried.

I cried like a baby.

I cried as we said goodbye, and I was still crying on the train after we left.

Then my daughter said something that I will never forget.

She said, in effect, that the visit had given them an opportunity to say goodbye to their own grandma too.

That was how my children understood Mrs. Ita.

She wasn’t simply Mommy’s old headmistress. She wasn’t merely Grandma’s friend.

To them, she was a living connection to the grandmother they could no longer see.

And perhaps that is one of the greatest gifts Mrs. Ita gave us.

She carried memories for us.

She carried a piece of my mother for me until I was ready to receive it. She loved the little girl I once was, welcomed the woman I became, and then opened her arms to my children.

Very few people are blessed to have someone walk through so many chapters of their lives.

I was.

Mrs. Ita, thank you.

Thank you for being my headmistress.

Thank you for opening your home to that little girl who talked to your fish, attacked your piano with random notes, searched through your records and apparently introduced Indomie into your household.

Thank you for the books, the songs, the prayers, the lessons and the Golden Rule.

Thank you for every breakfast, every outing, every smile and even every scolding.

Thank you for loving my mother.

Thank you for loving me.

And thank you for loving my children enough that they, too, could call you Grandma in their hearts.

From my childhood to my adulthood, from my mother to my children, you have been woven into the story of my life.

You began as Mrs. Ita, my headmistress.

You became my friend.

And you became my mom.

I will always be grateful that I got that final visit. I understand now why saying goodbye hurt so much: it was because there was so much love to say goodbye to.

Rest peacefully, Mommy.

You were deeply loved.

You will be deeply missed.

And in the stories we tell, the lessons we live by, the photographs we treasure, and the generations of children whose lives you touched, you will continue to live.

With all my love,
Your little girl.
Nonye

MAMA MARGARET ITA — A LEGACY THAT WILL NEVER DIE

Some people pass through your life.

Others leave an imprint that can never be erased.

Mama Margaret Ita was one of those rare gifts from God.

Mama was my teacher, my mentor, my mother, my encourager, a soldier of the Cross, a hero, and a living legend.

I did not simply know Mama, I was shaped by her.

She taught me lessons that went far beyond words. She taught me what it means to love Jesus genuinely, to serve sacrificially, to stand faithfully, and to keep believing even when the journey is difficult.

Mama carried something that could not be manufactured. She carried the heart of a mother and the courage of a soldier. Her love was sincere, her faith was unwavering, and her life was a testimony of what it looks like to give yourself completely to the Lord.

I will forever be grateful for the seeds she planted in me. Many things I carry today were watered by her prayers, her counsel, her encouragement, and her example.

Mama, you fought well. You served well. You loved well. You finished your race.

While our hearts are broken by your transition, we do not mourn without hope. We rejoice knowing that you have gone home to be with your Lord, the One you loved, served, and faithfully proclaimed.

Your voice may be silent on this side of eternity, but your influence will keep speaking.

Your children will speak of you.
Your family will speak of you.
Your students will speak of you.
Those you mentored will speak of you.
And generations yet to come will encounter the fruit of the life you lived.

Mama, you are not forgotten. You live on in our hearts, in our homes, in our faith, in our worship, and in the lives you touched.

Thank you for being a mother to many.
Thank you for believing in us.
Thank you for teaching us.
Thank you for loving Jesus so beautifully.
Thank you for showing us what faithful service looks like.

My teacher. My mentor. My mother. My soldier. My hero. My legend.

I celebrate you, Mama Margaret Ita. Until we meet again at the feet of Jesus, I will carry what you taught me.

Rest well, Mama.

Your labor was not in vain.
Your sacrifice was not in vain.
Your life was not in vain.

You lived. You loved. You served. You finished well.

And for that, I will forever give God thanks.

With love and honor,
Min. Joey Dickson

TRIBUTE TO MAMA M.L.A. ITA.

Mama may have gone to be with the Lord but she lives on through and in the lives of thousands of people she has touched directly or indirectly.

I was first introduced to her as early as age 3 but due to her firm rule that only 4 yearolds should be admitted into Reception 1, she turned me back. I came back the following year and was under her tutelage for 10 years. She was many things to us growing up. She was our no nonsense disciplinarian headmistress, our bible teacher at FCS on Fridays and a pianist in my church, Methodist Church Nigeria, New Bussa.

Her life is an epitome of love for God and love for others. That's what she lived and breathed until her very last day.

I am sure that the crowns she talked about when teaching us bible then can now be placed on her head. She was a christian woman to the core, yet she never discriminated against those who were of other religions.

I cannot forget her beautiful handwriting and her signature which we always looked forward to seeing on our term report cards.

She was tireless, moving up and down the school compound and I remember her short hose whip which she used then to reset erring pupils.

So much to say about Mama Ita, but to wrap it all up, we shall miss you on this side of eternity but know for sure that a little bit of you lives on in the lives of several thousands of people who came in contact with you. And this bit of you, we are all trying to use to influence others positively. So help us God!

You are forever cherished and loved.

TRIBUTE TO A NOBLE WOMAN VISIONARY EDUCATOR & MY TEACHER OF TEACHERS.
There are teachers we remember because they taught us a subject, and there are those we remember because they changed something in us.
Mrs Margaret Ita was that kind of teacher. She was much more than the headmistress of Nepa Senior Staff School, Kainji. She was a disciplinarian, mentor, counsellor, role model and above all, a remarkable educator who understood that every child possessed abilities waiting to be discovered and nurtured.
One of the memories I hold most dearly is how she helped me overcome my dislike for Mathematics. After school hours, she would take me to her office and patiently put me through my Mathematics.
Looking back now, I realise that she was doing far more than teaching me a subject, she saw potential where I saw difficulty. She taught me perseverance and courage not to give up simply because something seemed difficult.
Mrs Ita, also understood that education was not complete without character and faith. I remember her teaching us how to open and read the Bible , (Draw your sword) so that we can become familiar with God's Word.
One particular memory has also remained with me through the years. When I was leaving primary school in 1988, she gave me what I remember as a little postcard with the words of Matthew 5:16 on it: "Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father in Heaven".
I was only a child then, but those words stayed with me. Today, as I look back I see something deeply meaningful in the message she chose to leave with me.
She was telling a child to shine.
She recognised the light in children and want them to discover it, develop it and let it shine.
You have raised Champions today and you will be greatly missed.
Thank you for the countless lives you have touched and the seeds of knowledge, discipline, faith and excellence you planted in the lives of those who came your way.
Thank you for your influence on lives that extended far beyond the classroom.
You were an Exceptional Teacher.
ADIEU, REST WELL MA.
Josephine Oluremi Akure
(1988 Set).

I am Ruth Okolo, Ochaja TC, '71 set.
Now Dr Ruth Abbah.
I liked Miss Mitchell by her maiden name then.
She was a very elegant lady full of energy!
She walked with full energy!!
She sang with full energy!!!

I had more to do with her in the School Chapel because I was a student in Teacher College section (Hill Side).
I have all along sung one of the songs she taught us with demonstrations and the tapping of her foot.
The song is from 1Corinthians 15:58, "... Be steadfast unmovable..."

A Tribute to My Dear Friend, Margaret Lucy Annette Ita

Today, with a heavy heart, I pay tribute to my dear friend, Margaret Lucy Annette Ita.

Margaret was more than a friend to me. She was a mother, a trusted adviser, and a source of strength and encouragement. She stood by me with kindness and genuine concern, teaching me perseverance in marriage, and I will always be grateful for the love and support she showed me.

I will especially remember how she helped me with the signing of my British passport. Though it may have seemed like a simple act, it meant so much to me and reflected the caring and generous person she was.

Margaret, your passing has left a great void, but the memories of your kindness, wisdom, and motherly care will remain forever in my heart.

Thank you for being there for me. Thank you for your motherly advice and guidance. You will never be forgotten.

May the Almighty God grant your gentle soul eternal rest.

Rest peacefully, ma. Until we meet again. Amen. Esther Maduike-Ogbonna

AUNTIE MARGARET IS RESTING IN THE BOSSOM OF THE LORD.

HER SOURJOURN ON EARTH WAS THE STORY OF A LIFE WELL LIVED.

I met Aunty a few months before she got married to my first cousin. I was a teenager then.
I was on holiday in New Bussa when she came over to New Bussa for a few days to plan their wedding.

She was great fun to be with. She was so full of life. The few days we spent together in those early days were full of fun activities.
We had a picnic, we went fishing, we had a barbecue.. name it. There was no dull moment.

I lost contact with them after their wedding because they had to relocate to Canada.

Again, I had a chance to spend a whole holiday week in New Bussa with them when Lucy was a few months old. I had a lot more to learn from Auntie.

Auntie was a passionate educator in school and at
home. I could hardly catch up with her.
Before I could get out of bed, Auntie was at the guestroom door with my
breakfast to serve me in bed. Yet she was nursing a newborn baby. When she did that for two days, I had to learn how to rise up early and meet her in the kitchen rather than wait for her to bring me breakfast in bed.

That made her very happy. She seized the opportunity to give ma a different assignment. She told me that the boys were in the sandpit and I should go stand by the sandpit and watch them to avoid any accident.

I was in for another surprise. It had to do with her ingenuity. As I got to the sand pit, I was stunned.
Auntie had created a
perfect playground for the three boys within the courtyard by creating a shallow pit full of clean white sand with a whole lot of construction toys.

Oh my God, she was a fast but careful driver. She had nontime to waste

I travelled with her from New Bussa to Ilorin, and we were back in no time.

I learnt a lot from Auntie Margaret . Oh, she was a
loving wife, mother, auntie, etc.

The real ice breaker was her heart of GOLD. My cousin, who was her husband, was not easygoing at all, yet Auntie stooped to overcome every challenge.

The beautiful conclusion is that, in line with her calling as a **missionary*
*sent to my* *family*and community ,* she painstakingly travailed until my cousin received salvation by the grace of God.

Along with all her family, she established a medical and youth mentoring outfit in Ekim, my hometown. May the Lord bless her generation in Jesu's name. Amen

Auntie, we miss you, and I pray that you have replicated your type within and without your immediate family.

ADIUEU GREAT WOMAN OF EXEMPLARY CHARACTER.

Your cousin - in law

Mummy Ita happens to be my sister Eguono’s mother in law. An amazing mother to all.

Every time we met, she would greet me warmly and ask after the family. She really cared.

I remember about 8 years ago when we invited her to speak about missions and her testimony at our church.

She was close to 80 then, but her voice still resonated with so much conviction. She loved the Lord with everything in her.

When my sister told me how she spent literally all her pension to support the work in Nigeria years after she retired and moved to the UK, I was amazed at such sacrifice. The clinic has kept running and she kept coming every year until she couldn’t travel anymore.

Earthly things were never her focus. She was all about the kingdom and getting as many as possible in.

When my dad visited the UK in 2014, she would drive to pick him up for church every Sunday!

She was truly an inspiration. She lived a life worthy of emulation, and though we rejoice because she is with her saviour, we will really miss her.

Thank you Mummy Ita. Your legacy lives on!!

A Tribute to a Woman Who Shaped Generations, Mrs. Margaret L. A. Ita

Although it may feel a little quieter without Mummy Margaret Ita among us, there is no doubt that her legacy lives on. You can see it in her family, and you can see it in so many of us who had the privilege of passing through her as our headteacher and mentor.
And I call her Mummy because she was not only a mother to you David, Mitchell, Lucy and Henry; not only a mother-in-law and grandmother to your families. Mummy Magaret Ita was a mother to so many of us, in so many different ways.

I first met Mummy Magaret Ita over 39 years ago, and when I look back today, I realise just how much of the person I have become was influenced by her.

I can trace some of my earliest experiences of leadership back to her. Mummy made me a prefect at NEPA Senior Staff School. At the time, I probably didn't fully understand what that responsibility meant. But looking back now, I realise that she saw something in me and gave me an opportunity to lead. That became one of the foundations upon which I developed my leadership skills. Many of my peers say that I am a great leader!
The foundation of my Christian faith also links to those formative childhood years. The after-school Bible clubs and the Sunday school at Methodist Church helped to lay the foundation of the faith that has remained an important part of my life ever since.

And then there was swimming.

I learnt to swim because Mrs. Ita helped create an environment in which we were encouraged to learn, explore and develop beyond the classroom. Swimming has remained part of my life ever since so much so that I made sure that my own two children learnt how to swim too. Today, I swim almost every morning before I begin my day. And very often, when I get into that pool, I remember Mummy Ita and Nepa Senior Staff School.

After I left Kainji, we became friends on Facebook and communicated mostly through there. Through mummy, I also began following New Life Church in Derby online. Whenever I joined online on Facebook, somehow, she would make sure I knew that she had noticed me. There would be a message, a chat, or simply a few words of encouragement. That was Mummy Ita for you. Even after all those years, she was still watching over her former pupils, still encouraging us and still making us feel seen.

And I know that I do not stand here alone in saying this. So many of my former primary school classmates, whom she also served as Head Teacher, have their own stories. Different memories, different experiences, but the same woman at the centre of them all. A woman who touched our lives and helped shape the people we became.
If I were to tell all the stories I have about Mrs. Ita, I would probably take up the rest of the service.

So, to David, Mitchell, Lucy, Henry, Otoyo, and the entire family, I hope you can take comfort in knowing that your Mum belonged to you, but in a very special way, you shared her with so many of us. And we are deeply grateful that you did.
Today is a day of sadness because we will miss her. But it is also a celebration of a truly remarkable life: a life of service, faith, leadership and impact.

Mum has now handed the baton to us. To her children, her grandchildren, her former pupils and everyone whose life she touched. Our responsibility is to carry forward those things she taught us: to serve, to lead, to encourage others, to have faith, and to leave people better than we found them.

Mummy Ita, you ran your race. You ran it well.

Thank you for believing in us.
Thank you for shaping us.
Thank you for the values you planted in us.
And thank you for being our Mum too.
Rest well, Mummy Ita.
Until we meet again at the feet of Jesus.
God bless you, Mum, and God bless us all.

A Tribute to a Remarkable Mother and Role Model

It is with a heavy heart that I pay tribute to a truly remarkable woman—a mother, mentor, role model and a great source of support to me and my family.

Although she was the mother of my best friend, she treated me with love, kindness and generosity that made me feel like part of her own family. Her passing has left a deep sadness in our hearts, but it has also given us an opportunity to reflect on the beautiful life she lived and the many lives she touched.

I will never forget what she did for me when I was finding my feet in England. At a time when I needed support to establish myself, she gave me her car. To some people, it might have simply been a car, but to me it was much more than that. It was a helping hand at the beginning of my journey. It gave me mobility, independence and encouragement at a crucial time in my life. That act of generosity will remain in my heart forever.

But this was the kind of person she was. Her kindness was not limited to me or my family. She touched the lives of many people in different ways. She believed in education and in giving people opportunities to improve themselves. She supported and helped people through school and training, empowering them to build better futures for themselves and their families.

She was a woman who did not only speak about helping others—she demonstrated it through her actions.

To my family, she was a tremendous source of support, both physically and spiritually. She stood with us, encouraged us, prayed for us and showed us genuine love. There are people who enter our lives for a season, and there are others whose impact remains with us for a lifetime. She was one of those special people whose influence will never be forgotten.

She was a role model—a woman whose life demonstrated generosity, compassion, faith and service to others.

Today, while we mourn her passing, we should also celebrate the legacy she leaves behind. Her legacy can be seen in the people she helped, the people she educated and encouraged, the families she supported, and the lives that became better because she cared.

Personally, I will always remain grateful.

I will remember the car she gave me when I was starting my journey in England. I will remember her encouragement. I will remember the support she gave my family. Above all, I will remember her generous heart and the way she made a difference in the lives of others.

To my dear friend and the entire family, may you find strength in knowing that your mother lived a life of meaning and impact. The good seeds she planted in people's lives will continue to grow for generations.

Mum, you may have left this world, but the love you shared, the people you helped and the lives you transformed remain your testimony.

You came.
You cared.
You gave.
You inspired.
And you left the world better than you found it.

May your beautiful soul rest in perfect peace, and may God grant the entire family the strength and comfort to bear this great loss.

Rest peacefully, Mum. You will always be remembered.
Obinna Maduike

A TRIBUTE TO MY DEAR FRIEND AND SISTER, MARGARET LUCY ANNETA ITA



My dear Sister Margaret, I thank God for your life which touched many including me. You were God’s gift to many in your generation and beyond. Your life and ministry meant much to me. You went out of the way in spite of your struggle with illness to give hope and support to me and this project. I praise the Lord for the rich legacy you have left behind in Nigeria (AKS) including your children who will extend your ministry impart among Oron People beyond your days here.

We had prayed and believed that God would heal you to His glory but he answered otherwise.

​Sleep on and take your rest at the bosom of your Lord and Saviour till we meet where we’ll never part again.





​​​​​​​Comfort Essien
​​​​​​​(Calvary Victory Comprehensive
​​​​​​​Institute) Ikot Esua, Etinan, Nigeria

Mummy Ita will ever be remembered throughout my life time. I knew her growing up from my childhood days in the Sunday school in Methodist Church New Bussa, Niger State of Nigeria. She taught me the word of God, thought me how to play the piano. This brought me close to her. While growing up as a young Christian, I learnt a lot from her life style which as rubbed on me till now. Each time I place my hands on the piano I remember her labor back then on this instrument. More than that learning Jesus from her life was something great for me.
At I long disconnect from her, the news that shocked me was that of her departure.
You will forever be remembered in my heart and in those that your life has affected too.
We miss you but God has gain you. Till we meet to part no more.

"HOW CAN WE FORGET"
Mummy Ita our dear Angel.
Missionaries in Oron & Udung Uko LGAs in Nigeria
Never forgot my birthday as well as for my wife and 5 children.
Never forgot to bring gifts for me, my family and all staff of UCMC.
VERY OPEN, HONEST AND VERY DISCIPLINED.
Responded promptly to financial request for maintenance of mission vehicles.
Learnt a lot from her. She has left so many inspired SOULS.
Trust LORD to keep us till we meet again in Heaven!

With hearts filled with gratitude, sorrow, and cherished memories, The Alashis pay our final tribute to a remarkable woman, our beloved Headmistress and guide, Mrs. Margaret Lucy Annette Ita.

Mama, you were much more than a Headmistress. You were a woman of deep faith, strong character, compassion, and unwavering dedication.

Your life was a beautiful testimony of someone who genuinely loved God and was passionate about His work.You demonstrated that a life devoted to God can touch generations and leave behind a legacy that continues even after one's earthly journey has ended.

Today, we mourn your departure, but we are also grateful to God for the privilege of knowing you and for the beautiful legacy you have left behind.

Dear Mama, you have fought a good fight, you have finished your course, and you have kept the faith.
May the Lord grant you eternal rest in His presence.

To the entire Ita family, please accept our heartfelt condolences. May the Almighty God comfort you, strengthen you, and give you the grace to bear this painful loss. May the beautiful memories of her life continually bring comfort to your hearts
Rest peacefully, Mama.
With deepest love, honour, and heartfelt condolences,

THE ALASHIS

“Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His faithful servants.” — Psalm 116:15

*A TRIBUTE TO MY BELOVED MADAM, MY ADMIRER, MY ROLE MODEL— OUR MODERN-DAY DORCAS ( LATE Mrs Margaret Ita)

_In Loving Memory of a Virtuous Woman_
_Called to Glory on September 13th, 2026_

Like Dorcas in the Bible, you lived,
Full of good works and alms-deeds,
Your hands were never tired of giving,
Your heart was a home to all in need.

You were not just my Boss,
You were my mother, my guide, my light, my admirer.
You led us not with a harsh voice,
But with love, with grace, with might.

You clothed us with kindness,
You fed us with wisdom and care,
In your office we found not just work,
But a mother's love so rare.

On September 13th, you slept in the Lord,
And heaven gained a virtuous queen,
But this October as we lay you to rest,
Your good works will still be seen.

For Dorcas never truly dies,
Her seeds of love live on,
In every life she touched and blessed,
In every heart she won.

Rest on, my dearest Madam,
Rest on, my true Dorcas,
Your labor in the Lord is not in vain,
Heaven rejoices over you.

Adieu, Boss. I love you, but God loves you more.

*With deep sympathy,*
Osung, Mary.
Your staff.

Mama Ita was my first children teacher instructor at New Bussa in Nigeria. I was just 21 years old then.At 62 am still teaching the children. I got that passion for teaching children from her. God bless her soul. You a always at heart. Thank you for your impart in my life, it's life long. Praise God!! Hallelujah!!

Tribute to Mrs Margaret Ita(Nee Mitchell)
When on Monday 14th September, 2026 I woke up to the news that my beloved mathematics teacher, then Miss Mitchell had passed on, I knew that the news I dreaded had finally arrived.
On our visit to the UK early last year, my wife and I felt a compelling urge to visit her in Derby more so as she kept talking in our mobile chats about going home to her everlasting resting place. Thankfully, on 15th February 2025, we visited, read the Bible, took photographs and sang together as we used to do in Ochaja, Nigeria. I knew then that it was probably the last opportunity for that type of fellowship on this side of the divide as we left in tears. Her encouragement to me as her student was unparalleled. Up until recently, she was always the first person to comment or give the thumps up on my posts on Facebook. I will miss her!
Rest on our beloved Sister. Indeed, you are precious in the sight of the Lord. (Psalm 116:15).Your labour over us in Ochaja Secondary School is not in vain. May the Lord reward you abundantly according to His promise.
We pray for God’s comfort for your lovely children, family members and numerous loved ones.
Rest on until we meet to part no more.
Samson & Hannah Opaluwah
Old students of Ochaja Secondary School,
Kogi State, Nigeria.

I remember Mama Ita very well. I was a tiny boy in 1973 when we got to Kainji. I joined NEPA senior staff school and my mum also joined as a teacher. Mrs Ita taught us music and stimulated my interest in learning. I remember singing “All things bright and beautiful” and other lovely hymns while she played the piano. Her good deeds and legacy will surely outlive her. May her memory be always blessed as well at the family she left behind- Foluso Owotade, Professor of oral and maxillofacial surgery, Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile Ife

I first remember mummy Ita presenting about her recent missionary trip to UCMC in about 2013. I was most moved by the fact this lady, at the spritely age of 75 was still going to the far corners of Nigeria (not very comfortable travel). I started to support the mission there and then - it was so lovely every 6 months or so receiving the latest news. I remember one time increasing the donation so that the doctor could be given a pay rise - such a blessing.
When mummy Ita was 80 - I remember saying to her ‘when I grow up (I was then about 45!) I want to be just like you - just so inspiring. Mummy you were and are an inspiration to us all. You only ever wanted to glorify God and let the world see Jesus - in my eyes, that’s all you did. We will miss you greatly and I don’t say it lightly when you will be forever in our hearts. You will have received an amazing hug from Jesus and look forward to seeing you in your new home in the future 🙌🏻💕🥰🤗

I was one of the privileged to have seen almost all sides of mummy. She was my Sunday school teacher back then in Methodist Church, New Bussa, she made me fall in love with Jesus as a young child under her care. I had her as my headmistress and math teacher in primary 6. She was also my first music teacher and that's how I fell deeply in love with music.
Mummy tutored I and my older siblings, so she effortlessly became a topic for discussion from time to time at home.
Mummy laboured over our lives with so much grace and love. My 12 year old has heard stories of mummy and I find myself giving her the same math tricks I learnt from mummy.
We might not have the right words to fully describe all that mummy was to us, but our lives were shaped by her words and faith in us.
I'm glad mummy kept the faith even till the end, so I'm so sure I'll see her again and recount the beautiful memories at the feet of the Master.
Sing with the angels mummy and show David who the real musical guru is.
Rest on Mummy Ita. The Agwu's can never tell our stories without you in it.

Our Mummy, an exceptional Headmistress, a great mentor and a remarkable woman ❤️🕊️

She was an exceptional mentor who played a profound role in shaping the lives of many of us, including my wife, Bar. Fumilayo Golok, and me.

I feel deeply privileged to have been one of the pupils she guided, nurtured and inspired.

Her exemplary leadership, discipline, kindness and unwavering dedication left an indelible mark on my life, and I will forever be grateful for the positive influence she had on me.

Thank you, Ma, for the strong foundation you helped build and for the countless lives you touched and transformed.

Your remarkable legacy will continue to live on in the many pupils you inspired and in the values you instilled in us.

Rest peacefully in the Lord, Ma. You will forever remain in our hearts and cherished memories. 🕊️❤️

Your pupil Mr Golok Nanmwa

A TRIBUTE TO MY FIRST HEADMISTRESS AND PRINCIPAL

In Loving Memory of Mrs. Margaret Lucy Annette Ita

There are some people whose impact on our lives is so profound that words can never fully express what they meant to us. Mrs. Margaret Lucy Annette Ita was one of those rare people in my life.

It is difficult to write these words because, for me, she was not simply a name from my school days. She was part of the very foundation upon which my educational journey was built.

She was my first Headmistress in primary school and my first Principal in secondary school. From those early days when I was just a young pupil, through the years when I became a secondary school student, she was one of the important figures watching, guiding and shaping us.

At that time, I probably did not fully appreciate the significance of the role she played in my life. But as I have grown older and looked back on my journey, I have come to understand something very clearly: some of the people who shape our lives do so quietly, and sometimes we only realise the magnitude of their influence many years later.

Ma, you were one of those people.

You were an educator who believed in discipline, hard work and excellence. You set standards and expected us to live up to them. What may have seemed like strictness to us as children was, in many ways, part of the discipline that prepared us for life beyond the school walls.

When I reflect on my academic journey today, I know that I did not become the person I am academically by accident. There were people who laid the foundation, people who demanded more from me, people who created an environment where learning and excellence mattered.

You were one of those people.

You were among the early architects of my academic life.

Your influence went beyond teaching. As a missionary and a woman of faith, you devoted a significant part of your life to serving God and humanity through education. You did not simply occupy positions of authority; you used those positions to influence young lives.

And that is what makes your legacy so special.

A school principal eventually leaves the office. A headmistress eventually leaves the school. But an educator's true legacy is found in the lives of the people who passed through their hands.

I am one of those lives.

Today, I look at where life has taken me, and I remember the people who helped set me on that path. Your name will always be part of that story.

Thank you, Ma.

Thank you for being my first Headmistress.

Thank you for being my first Principal.

Thank you for the discipline you instilled in us.

Thank you for the standards you upheld.

Thank you for the importance you placed on education.

Thank you for the role you played in shaping my mind and my character.

And thank you for being one of the people who helped make me the person I am today.

Your passing on 13 September 2026 is painful, but I choose to remember you not only with tears, but also with gratitude.

I am grateful that our paths crossed.

I am grateful that I was privileged to be one of your students.

And I am grateful for the seeds you planted in my life—seeds whose fruits continue to manifest many years later.

As a Christian and missionary, you lived a life of service and faith. I pray that the God you served so faithfully will receive you into His eternal rest and reward you for the lives you touched and the good you did.

May God comfort your family, your friends, your colleagues and the countless former students who mourn you today.

Rest well, Ma.

You taught us lessons that went far beyond the classroom. You helped shape minds, build character and influence futures.

You may no longer be with us physically, but your work continues in the lives of those you touched.

And whenever I look back at the journey that brought me here, I will remember that one of the women who helped lay the foundation was my first Headmistress and my first Principal—Mrs. Margaret Lucy Annette Ita.

Thank you for being part of my story.
May your soul rest in perfect peace.
Mohammed Ibrahim