Mrs Oribi Eugene Wakama

A loving tribute to my dear Aunt, Mrs Oribi Wakama

Aunty was my father's cousin and was very dear to me and my family. One of the many things I will always cherish about my Aunty was her kindness and generosity towards the people around her. I remember vividly how she bought a lot of gifts for my daughter during her wedding. She always found joy in giving to others and celebrating the special moments in their lives.

Aunty was a truly beautiful woman, both inside and out. But it is the beauty of her heart that makes her so special. She was always warm, kind and generous, and she had a beautiful way of making people feel loved and remembered. She was always happy to see me anytime I visited her home in old GRA and had lots of stories to share.

While our hearts are heavy with the pain of losing her, we are grateful for her love, kindness and the beautiful memories. We thank God for the many years we were blessed to have her in our lives. Her legacy of kindness and generosity will continue to live in our hearts.

Rest in peace, Aunty. You were deeply loved and will never be forgotten.

From your dear niece,
Deaconess Helen S. Peters (aka Agberene Toku)

We received with deep sadness the news of the passing to glory of our beloved Aunt and Morher Mrs Oribi Eugene Wakama. Most young people in Wakama family fondly called her Mother. She was an inspiration to many young boys and girls in Wakama family. She was always warm in our interactions with her. She showed special interest in our progress at school. Her words of encouragement spurred us to work harder and achieve success. The home of Mr and Mrs Eugene Wakama stood out as a symbol of success. We occassionally visited the family inorder to assure ourselves that success could be replicated if we worked hard. Mrs Oribi Eugene Wakama was a woman of style and grace. Her unique voice and personality lightened every where she found her self. My family has been out of Port Harcourt for some time. On one of our visits my wife and I stopped by at the family house to see her. Our feelings were dampened when we discovered that a domestic accident had constrained her mobility. Her demise marks the passage of a golden era of a noble woman. Adieu our special Aunt and Mother. We pray God to receive her into is His Bossom and grant her eternal rest. Tribute: Dr and Mrs Soala Ariweriokuma

*A TRIBUTE TO THE HEART OF GOLD*
*MA ORIBI E. WAKAMA*

Life has phases and very precarious junctions of bends and twists where what happens in them may make or mar the individual, that is why we need the watchful eyes of parents and the help of God.

I was a student of 17 years in 1977 in class 3 at Government Comprehensive Secondary School, Borikiri, Port Harcourt when this same recalcitrant and truancy demon held my soul and made me spend my school fees in frivolous indulgences in the name of boy/girl friend nonsense as a growing youth. At that time our Principal Chief C. I. Abraham insisted that all those who have not paid their school fees must not sit for their final exams.

This moment was a decisive moment of my life and it was at this time out of the blues that Ma Oribi E. Wakama a mother with the heart of gold took out of her salary N30 and paid for me to sit for the exams that took me further in my educational pursuits. She was God sent and her kindness culminated in my repentance in Scripture Union that year.

I became very grateful to her all my life to the very day of her death and even beyond to this day. And all this while it has been one kind gesture or the other from Ma from time to time and I am ever very grateful for a mother like her who was my History and English teacher and my school guardian, a woman with a Golden Heart. I cannot pay you this great gesture and I will never forget. God bless you.

Adieu Mama and great good night to you. Amen.

Pst. I. J. Sam-Dakoroma

I did not know you as well as I wish I had, but I came to know your strength, love and kindness through your son. The way he spoke of you with such respect and affection showed me how special you were. I am grateful for the love and values you passed on to him, and I will always remember you with respect and admiration.
Rest on Dear Mummy, you will forever be loved, honored and remembered.

When I think of my Grandma, so many things come to mind. Her beautiful smile. Her dainty fingers and perfect skin. Her impeccable manners. Her intelligence and eloquence. Her thoughtfulness. Her love for God and her family. Her wonderful stories. And, of course, her delicious Onunu. It's really difficult to imagine a life without her. 
Grandma was a fantastic conversationalist and a natural storyteller. She had a way of telling a story that made you want to keep listening. She was outspoken, but gentle. Honest, sometimes very blunt, and you always knew exactly what she thought. She had very little tolerance for bad manners and, particularly, for speaking incorrect English! But even in her firmness, there was always a certain grace.
She also had a remarkable memory. She never forgot a face or a name, and she certainly never forgot a birthday. She would be among the first to wish you a happy birthday, often calling or sending a message at exactly 12 midnight. It may seem like a small thing, but it captured so much of who she was: thoughtful, intentional and always making the people she loved feel important.
Some of my fondest memories of Grandma are from Number 9. I remember the sleepovers, coming there after church for her delicious Onunu, hearing her call me “Ogonw’am,” and listening to her sing special songs for me. These may seem like simple childhood memories, but they are memories I will carry for the rest of my life because, in those moments, I felt loved and special.
Years later, I had the privilege of bringing my own son to Number 9. Watching him run around the same living room and compound where my siblings, cousins and I had once played was incredibly special. 
Grandma taught me much more than she probably realised. She taught me to be generous, to be ambitious and to believe that it is never too late to pursue something that interests you. She taught me the importance of education and reading. Watching her build a career while raising a large family and managing all the responsibilities that came with it showed me the meaning of discipline and determination.
And above all, she taught me to pray. Grandma prayed for me and she prayed with me. She prayed for her children, her grandchildren, her great-grandchildren and the people she loved. Her love for God was evident not only in the things she said, but in the way she lived and cared for others. She experienced loss and difficult moments, yet she never allowed the challenges of life to make her bitter. She continued to love, to give, to pray and to carry herself with grace.
Perhaps one of the hardest things about losing someone is discovering all the little moments when their absence suddenly becomes real.
For me, it was my birthday. Less than a month after Grandma passed, I celebrated my birthday without her usual midnight call or message. I knew it would not come, but that did not make it any easier. I remember looking at my phone at midnight, knowing there would be no message from Grandma. In that moment, the reality of losing her felt especially heavy.
I know there will be other moments like that. Moments when I will want to hear her voice, listen to one of her stories, hear her sing to me, or sit with her and simply talk.
But alongside the sadness, I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. I am grateful for every sleepover, every story, every song, every birthday message, every conversation and, of course, every plate of Onunu.
Grandma, I hope you know that you are deeply loved and deeply missed. I hope you know that you did an amazing job. You gave so much to your family, and you left behind a legacy that will continue through all of us. I am proud to carry your name, your lessons and your legacy forward. I hope that in my own life, I can reflect some of the strength, generosity, faith and love that defined yours.
I know you are now resting peacefully with your Heavenly Father, reunited with the loved ones who went before you.
Until we meet again, Grandma.
I love you

My memories of my second mum go back to the early 1990s. Whenever I visited the family home, she welcomed me with genuine warmth and always took the time to talk with me.

There was something quietly motherly about the way she related to me. In her presence, I never felt like merely her child’s friend or a visitor to the house; I felt welcomed and cared for. That feeling has remained with me through the years.

I am deeply saddened by her passing, and my thoughts and prayers are with my dear friend and the entire family.

Rest peacefully, Mama Oribi. You will always be remembered with warmth and affection.

My late great uncle, (Engineer Eugene Wakama)'s beautiful wife, (Mrs Oribi Eugene Wakama) my great auntie, has left us. She was the solid rock behind my uncle's success and handled herself with grace and queenly dignity to the end. A bright, kind and intelligent woman- She was the parent who encouraged her children and extended family to learn, to dare and to believe in themselves. With her active support, my great uncle took an active part in the intellectual advancement of family members- She was truly the power behind my late uncle's successful endeavours. She was unstoppable, formidable and huge. She offered unconditional love to my late mother (Mrs Hetty Owubokiri) a favourite niece to her husband and acted as a supportive bridge between family crucial bonds across the wakirike se -towns of Wakama, Ogu and Bolo respectively. She left an indelible trace, a memory of her that is both charming and loving. She was a jewel of womanhood and we are deeply grateful for her love for her family. May her most beautiful and courageous soul rest in perfect peace.

TRIBUTE TO A BELOVED MOTHER

Your passing has left a void that words cannot fully express. You were a woman of warmth, kindness, and genuine love, and I am deeply grateful for the goodness you showed me.

Though you were my elder brother’s mother-in-law, you welcomed me with the love and affection of a mother. Your kindness, generosity, and beautiful spirit will remain precious memories in my heart. You touched my life in ways that I will forever cherish.

It is difficult to say goodbye to someone who was so good to me, but I find comfort in knowing that you lived a life that blessed those around you. Your legacy of love and kindness will continue to live on through your family and everyone whose life you touched.

Rest peacefully, dear Mama. You will be greatly missed, fondly remembered, and forever cherished.

TRIBUTE

I encountered Mummy as a young girl, and years later, our paths crossed again through her son, who is my colleague at work.

Mummy was an epitome of beauty, loving, prayerful and so gracious a woman. She always welcomed me warmly, prayed for me, and blessed me whenever we met and through phone calls.

Her love and prayers will remain precious memories to me. I am grateful for the privilege of knowing her and experiencing her warmth and kindness.

Mummy, you will be greatly missed. Thank you for your prayers, your blessings, and the love you showed me.

May your gentle soul rest peacefully in the bosom of the Lord. 🕊️
BELEMA ENOCH( NESREA)

Our deepest condolences to the Wakama family on the transition of your beloved Matriarch. May the memories of her love, wisdom, and legacy remain a lasting source of strength and comfort. We stand with the family in this solemn moment and pray for her peaceful repose. 🕊️🙏🏾

I am Stella Ibaraye FIBERESIMA praying for strength for all of us as we prepare for mummy’s burial. May God grant her peace and rest.

She was a strong woman, my precious uncle’s wife—a loving person who always stood with the family during hard times. May her soul rest in perfect peace.

My dears, these are painful times. May God hold all of us close, strengthen us, and grant our mummy eternal rest.

Our mummy will always be remembered for her always strength—standing by her husband, my precious uncle, and helping others. RIP ma

Tribute to My Beloved Ma

Ma was not only a mother, but a woman of extraordinary faith. Even on her sick bed, she never stopped praying. I remember how much happier she became whenever I came to pray with her. Her faith was truly inspiring and showed me the strength of her relationship with God.

I was blessed to be like a daughter to Ma, and she was very fond of me. She was always so happy to have me around, and I treasured every moment we shared. Ma, your love, faith, and beautiful spirit will forever remain in my heart.
Rest peacefully, Ma. ❤️

A LIFE OF FAITH, STRENGTH AND GRACE

I remember Mrs Oribi Eugene Wakama with great fondness. Although the passage of time and the circumstances of life meant that our paths had not crossed for many years, my memories of her remain warm and enduring.

I particularly remember the Wakama home as a welcoming place, and Mrs Wakama as the gracious and steadfast matriarch at its heart—a woman whose warmth extended beyond her immediate family and made others feel at home.

Her life was not without deep personal sorrow. She endured the painful loss of a son and, later, a granddaughter—griefs that would test the strongest of hearts. Yet through those difficult seasons, she remained steadfast in her faith and strong for her family. Therein, perhaps, lies one of the most compelling testimonies of her life: she carried her own grief while continuing to be a source of strength to those around her.

The words of Scripture seem particularly fitting:

“Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.” — Proverbs 31:25

At eighty-eight years, hers was a long and fruitful life. Her enduring legacy will be found in the family she nurtured, the generations that follow her, the faith she demonstrated through adversity, and the many warm memories she leaves behind.

To Tonye , Erefaka and the entire Eugene Wakama family, I extend my heartfelt condolences. May the God of all comfort strengthen and uphold you, and may the memories of your beloved mother, grandmother and great-grandmother increasingly bring gratitude and smiles even through the tears.

Scripture reminds us:

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

Indeed, hers is a blessed memory.

Farewell, Mrs Oribi Eugene Wakama. You weathered life’s storms, remained steadfast in faith, held your family close, and fulfilled with grace the role of a true matriarch.

May her soul rest in perfect peace, and may her memory remain a blessing from generation to generation.

Nimi Tekenaire Amachree

Losing you came with profound heartache, there is simply no way around the pain. I am left holding a deep wish for just one more conversation, keeping the thoughts of what we could have talked about or shared only in my heart. I find comfort in the beautiful hope that there is a place where the ones we lose meet again, holding onto each other and being comforted once more. I do not know how to say a final goodbye, so instead, I will keep replaying the words I looked forward to saying and recreating scenes of seeing you again..
The children! The past weeks I have gotten to learn about a lot of experiences they had and moments shared with you at No.9. They will no longer be able to reach Grandma Daddy but they sure have a word of memories. Thank you.
Mummy, you are deeply missed, and will always be remembered.

Farewell Oribi! Despite the age difference you accepted me as a friend! You made me feel at home each time I visited you and you always treated me in a special way! Your attitude towards me encouraged and endeared my children to you. My daughter Manyo arranged her wedding in your home and all our friends and relatives that came for the wedding could voach for your generosity! You were very kind and considerate in all your dealings and very sensitive and careful not to hurt any feeling!
Your whole life portrayed that of a child of God! May you be led safely back home to the luminous gardens of joyful activities!

Hello mummy. Thanks for making me smile duringmy most trying times. Rest in peace ma.

I may not remember us meeting but I know you will always be a part of my family, rest in eternal peace and happiness now Grandma.

Apart from my biological mom, you were that Auntie who called out the substance of womanhood from my young heart.
As a dear friend of my mom's, i was deeply inspired by your insistence on excellence, decency & grateful carriage in all I ever did under your watch.
Thank you for sparing your time and attention to inspire those of us who encountered you on our journey upward.

How can I forget your advice to me to keep well and stay strong? How can I forget your unmatched philanthropy and compassion for the downtrodden?. Your smiles, even in the face of pain, were a reflection of the beautiful soul that you were.
You would call me to find out how I was doing, and those moments will never fade, they will remain evergreen in my memory. Without saying much,I would simply say that every time we met was a learning experience for me.
For us, your passing further brings home the lesson about the inevitable - death, which beckons on every human being. It reminds us of the duty to do the things that leave footprints on the sands of time, just as you did.
May the Lord grant you eternal rest and give the family the strength to bear this irreparable loss.
Rest well, Mummy. You will be deeply missed and fondly remembered.

A TRIBUTE TO A DEAR MOTHER
Mama, was a beautiful woman with a beautiful heart full of love. She was a remarkable teacher whose warmth and grace touched everyone she met.She left a lasting impact. May the Chariot of Angels carry her soul to the bosom of Jesus. Enjoy Heaven, Mama.

A Tribute to My Beloved Aunt

Today, we pause with heavy hearts to remember, cry and celebrate the life of a truly remarkable woman—my beloved Aunt.

Your passing leaves a space in our family that words cannot adequately describe. You have done more than you will ever know. Thank you, Mommy, for everyone in this family you have assisted personally and financially to be educated. These men and women are all standing on their own knowing quite well that a major path of their lives was on account of your contribution in their education and they will never forget. They will remember you, Mommy, for your words of encouragement, reproof, and motherly instructions. You will be missed, Mommy.

I was a bit of a menace to you but you accommodated me and still loved me. Today you are proud of me of the woman I have become, as you can see the fruit of your labor. Thank you for the encouragement you gave me.

You are more than a relative; you were a treasured part of our family story, a woman whose presence brought meaning, warmth, and connection to those fortunate enough to know you. We carry pieces of you with us—in our memories, in our family traditions, in the stories we will continue to tell, and in the love that will pass from one generation to another.

Thank you for being a part of our lives. Thank you for the love you gave, the strength you demonstrated, and the memories you left behind. Your earthly journey has ended, but the imprint of your life remains.

God bless you, my sweet mommy.

Sleep well until that day we shall meet again.

Your Niece,
Susannah Chieduko Bamson.

In Loving Memory of Mrs. Oribi Wakama

Today, I stand with a heart filled with both sorrow and gratitude as I remember my wonderful aunt, Oribi Wakama.

Aunt Oribi was more than a beloved member of our family. She was a woman whose presence carried wisdom, strength, grace, and purpose. She had a way of leaving an impression on the people around her, sometimes through the simplest conversations and the quietest moments.

One of the memories I will always treasure is the time I visited her at the University of Ibadan many years ago. I may not have realized at the time just how meaningful those conversations would become, but the life lessons she shared with me have stayed in my heart.

She spoke to me about life—not merely about achieving success, but about how to live well. She reminded me, through her words and through the example of her own life, that character matters, that people matter, and that we should never lose sight of what is truly important. Her wisdom was not simply something she spoke; it was something she carried.

As the years have passed, I have found myself remembering those conversations and understanding them in new ways. Sometimes, the lessons we receive from those who love us do not reveal their full meaning immediately. They grow with us. Aunt Oribi's words became seeds planted in my heart, and I am grateful that she took the time to plant them.

That is one of the beautiful things about a life well lived: a person's physical presence may leave us, but their words, values, love, and influence continue to live through us.

Aunt Oribi's life was a gift to our family. Her memory will live in the stories we tell, in the lessons we pass on, and in the lives she touched. I will especially remember her as my wonderful aunt who took the time to speak wisdom into my life when I was younger—wisdom that I continue to carry with me today.

Aunt Oribi, thank you for the conversations, the lessons, the love, and the example you gave us.

Thank you for being part of my life.

Although I wish we had more time, I am grateful for the time we were given. I will carry your memory with me, and I will continue to honor the lessons you taught me by the way I live.

May your memory forever be a blessing to our family.

Rest peacefully, Aunt Oribi Wakama.
You will be deeply missed, lovingly remembered, and forever cherished.

Goodbye to a truly special woman, my grandmother. Grandma’s love, strength, discipline, and kindness were the constants of our lives.She always welcomed my siblings and me with open arms. Some of my favorite childhood memories are of us playing in the beautiful compound and garden she maintained so well. No matter when we visited, she always had food on thee table or a gift waiting for all of us and of course words of wisdom and advice. Those moments seemed ordinary at the time, but today, I realize they were precious gifts, treasures I will carry for the rest of my life.I will miss her deeply. While the pain of her loss is something that will never truly go away, that ache is overshadowed by the joy she brought into our lives.

Grandma, I fondly remember plucking flowers around your house and putting them in your hair. Also remember the times when my sister and I would play in the pile of sand in your compound and you would get mad that we brought sand into the house but we would still repeat on every visit and somehow there was always more sand for us to play with🤗. I am happy to have those memories of you. They will always be cherished.
Your Grandson Zoel

Grandma was amazing. Always caring. I remember when daddy will take me to your house after school, you would care for me and my brother and we would play around the compound, with the sand till it was time to go home. I always looked forward to coming to your house. All that is gone now. It's sad, those can't happen anymore. I will always remember all the lovely times we shared at your home. I will always love, remember you. and never forget anything you taught me.
Rest in peace grandma
Your granddaughter Ibinabo

TRIBUTE TO AN AMIABLE MUMMY
Mummy No 9 as we fondly referred to her was indeed an amazing woman, a role model and a fashionable woman. She was a seasoned teacher and so many great men and women passed through her tutoring. She was marvelous, honorable, original treasure, excellent and a reliable Mother.She had an extraordinary ability to make everyone feel special and loved. Her home was always opened to everyone, that showed how much she loved people.
She was compassionate, yet strong, gentle but firm and her heart overflowed with empathy for others.
She handled life’s challenges with faith, courage, resilience and grace that left a lasting impact on everyone who knew her. She never gave up on the challenges, she stood firm.
Growing up on the same street with expatriate neighbors all around, her home was our second home. Her words of encouragement kept us going as she always said’ don’t give up.
Mummy was a source of inspiration and encouragement. I remembered when I went for my Masters degree in the University of Ibadan and I told her that I saw her project work at the Faculty of Education library, she was so excited and encouraged me to keep going.
Death is inevitable, she has fought the good fight and now it’s time for her to take a bow at this time. We will surely miss her kindness hospitality and words of encouragement.
May her gentle soul rest in the bosom of the Lord.
Adieu Mummy No 9.
Dr Beatrice Dute Iwowari
For The Late B. O Ayerite family of No 8.

Mama was a very welcoming host and mother with an open heart and hands. On first encounter you felt welcomed, at home and eventually get to partake in her generosity. May the Good Lord in His Goodness and Mercies grant her a Blessed Rest. Adieu Mama Wakama

Tribute from salvation Ministries Old G R A Portharcourt.
In loving memory of Mrs Oribi Eugene wakama. A devoted daughter of God, a pillar and a mother to many.
Mrs Oribi Eugene wakama lived her life as a living sacrifice unto the lord. Her love for God was not just spoken, it was demonstrated. She was generous in giving, faithful in service, and passionate about seeing the kingdom of God advance.
Year after year, she opened her home for home fellowship, and her heart by annually hosting Glory Reigns, one of the church's biggest programs. Through that platform, countless lives encountered God's presence, were healed, delivered, and drawn closer to Christ.
Her generosity made room for God's Glory to reign. Indeed, Her absence will be deeply felt in the services she helped create at old G R A Branch.
Though we mourn, we do not mourn as those without hope. We celebrate a life well lived, a race well run, and a legacy of generosity that will continue to bear fruit for generations.
Rest in peace, Mama. Until we meet again at His feet.

A Tribute from salvation Ministries Old G R A Branch Portharcourt.
In loving memory of Mrs Oribi Eugene wakama.
A devoted daughter of God, and a mother to many.
Mrs Oribi Eugene wakama lived her life as a living sacrifice unto the lord. Her love for God was not just spoken, it was demonstrated. She was generous in giving, faithful in service, and passionate about seeing the kingdom of God advance.
Year after year, she opened her home for fellowship and her heart by annually hosting Glory Reigns, one of the church's biggest programs. Through that platform, countless lives encountered God's presence, were healed, delivered, and drawn closer to Christ. Her generosity made room for God's Glory to reign. Indeed, Her absence will be felt in the services she helped create at old G R A Branch.
Though we mourn, we do not mourn as those without hope. We celebrate a life well lived, a race well run, and a legacy of generosity that will continue to bear fruit for generations.
Rest in peace, Mama. Until we meet again at His feet .

You were a calm, kind, and receptive Hostess
whose warmth made everyone feel welcome.
Thank you for opening your home and your heart to us. Your life was a quiet testimony of love, faith, and service. You may no longer be with us physically, but the memories of your kindness, your peaceful nature, and the impact you made will remain with us.
Above all, I am grateful that you lived and died in Christ. You fought a good fight of faith and you finished well.
Though our hearts are heavy, we have the assurance that you are resting in the Lord.
Rest peacefully, Ma. Your labour of love will not be forgotten.

Aunty was beautiful till the end. Her house was open and full. It was a second home while I was in uni. She had a great sense of humour, though my mum's friend,she was open to young people's gist. There was the other side though, no nonsense.
Thank God for a full life and His grace upon her during the tough times. You have entered your rest. May her memory always be a blessing. Much love

"Mummy" as I and my siblings including my mother usually call u,
U took my mother ur little sister and lived with her took care of her like she was ur daughter even after she got married and had children you still watch over her assisted her financially and otherwise and still took us as ur kids and u also assisted us in many different ways, ur truly a God sent.
Even though is sad for us to say goodbye but God knows the best goodbye mommy keep resting in the bosom of the Lord.

TRIBUTE TO MY BELOVED MOTHER

No 9 Mummy as I used to call you.
Today, with a heavy heart to honour and celebrate the life of a truly wonderful woman and beloved mother.
Mummy, you were more than just a mother to me and my family. Always calling and asking after the welfare of my family.You will mention the names of my children one after the other. I still remember how you would call and ask me to bring the children so they could come and play with you. Ebube my son will turn the whole house upside down but you won't be angry at all, but always saw joy in your smile. what a wonderful mother, the children always looked forward to visit especially Ebube, because he knew you would support him.
From the moment we became a part of your family, you welcomed not only my family but the entire Onichabor's family with love and kindness and your caring heart made us feel accepted and loved.
Although, it is painful to say goodbye, I am greatful to God for the gift of your life.
As I say farewell, I do so with love and gratitude for the woman you were.
Rest peacefully dear mother.
Kachifor Ezinne.


From Isioma Opara.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF OUR HISTORY TEACHER, LATE MRS. WAKAMA
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‎From: COBA 83
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‎COBA 83 bows our heads today in honor of you- late Mrs Wakama
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‎You were our History teacher, but you were also our mother, our storyteller, our mentor, and our guide.
‎You opened our eyes to the past — Nigerian history, African history, and the world. You showed us how it connects to our future.
‎You taught us to ask "why", to think critically, and to learn from those who came before us.
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‎Because of you, COBA 83 grew up with understanding. We don’t just repeat facts. We understand context. We understand leadership, struggle, and nation-building.
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‎Though you are no longer with us, your teachings live in every COBA 83 member across the world who value knowledge, truth, and heritage.
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‎Sleep well, Mrs. Wakama.
‎Thank you for making history come alive. Thank you for shaping COBA 83.
‎Your legacy is eternal.
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‎_Rest in Peace
‎Signed:
‎Chief Hope kuku
‎BOT Chair
‎Sir Godwin Anyaso ksji
‎Chair
‎COBA 83 Executives & Members
‎Government Comprehensive Secondary School, Class of 1983
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PERSONAL MEMORIAL TRIBUTE TO LATE MRS. WAKAMA*
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‎To my beloved teacher, *Late Mrs. Wakama*,
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‎You have gone to rest, but the history you taught me and my class mated will never be forgotten.
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‎At Government Comprehensive Secondary School, you did not just teach us dates and events. You taught us lessons.
‎You taught us that nations rise and fall by the choices of people. That the past explains the present. That to know where you are going, you must know where you are coming from.
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‎Your stories in class made kings, wars, and independence feel alive.
‎Your discipline made us serious students and I am a beneficiary.
‎Your encouragement made us proud to be Nigerians and proud to learn.
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‎Today, many of us lead, teach, and make decisions with the wisdom you planted in us through History.
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‎*Rest in peace, Ma.*
‎We will carry your lessons forward. We will never forget you.
‎With love,
‎Your Student
‎Chief Hope kuku

TRIBUTE TO OUR MATRIARCH
LATE MRS. ORIBI EUGENE WAKAMA
With deep sense of loss and pain in our hearts, we the children of Late Rev. Ellis Igoni Jaja and Late ibinyingibo (Mrs.) Phyllis Alayi Ellis Igoni Jaja, write to commiserate with you, the children of Late Mrs. Oribi Eugene Wakama, whose demise occurred on the 11th of August, 2026.
Our parents met with Late Mr. Eugene Wakama and Mrs. Oribi Eugene Wakama in 1970, after the Nigerian Civil War, in church as christain faithfuls.
Mummy, as we fondly called her,took our late mum as a sister, confident and was a source of strength and encouragement to our late mother.They prayed together most times for their families, shared their burdens and gave each other the much-needed support and encouragement.
Mummy was a woman who gave generously and showed genuine concern for everyone around her. She was deeply committed to her family and to the things of God. Her life was a testimony of faith, love, sacrifice and service.
She gave our mum food supplies to schools. She took we the children as her biological children whenever we visited her home we could eat and drink anything as much as we can her kitchen is always open to all.she will always encourage our mom to make sure we are educated. Mummy you are a loving mother to many a bridge builder and a big tree that sheltered many birds.Even as she was aging she continued to reach out to our mum and we the children. In 2021 she visited our house to see our mum, but on getting to the house she realized she couldn’t climb the stairs and our mum could not come down either. They both spoke on phone She came bearing gifts as a good giver that she was. After this visit she was in contact with our mum on phone calls until when our mum died in December 2023.
Mummy was an inspiring soul, a virtuous woman and a gallant soldier of Christ.
Mummy, you may have passed on, but your memories would always live with us, and speak volumes for you, your children and generations to come.
Even in our loss, we celebrate God's awesomeness in the life of our matriarch. The sun may have set on her, but we are consoled by the rising sun on the horizon that builds faith in us and her children.
Mummy may have ran her full circle, but the race is not over. The baton is firmly in the hands of those she left behind—her children. They shall continue to push ahead with renewed vigor, imbued with the strength given to them by God. They shall not be distracted by vain assortments that pave the race tracks.
We will be forever grateful and thankful that you gave us Mummy for all these years.
Rest in the bosom of the Lord.
Adieu, Mummy.
From the family of Late Rev Ellis Igoni Jaja
WariSenibo
Ransome Ibikari Jaja

Mummy with the beautiful, glowing skin! I regret that I never got to learn her beauty secrets.

That said, I will always remember Mummy for her intelligence and love for knowledge. Her home was a haven for us when we had no home; and a book heaven for book lovers like me, because she had a great library.

I recall Mummy rummaging through her collection of books to check which of my recommended literature texts she already had, so my Mum wouldn't need to buy. Of course you had to promise to preserve them and return them in good condition so the knowledge could be passed on to someone else.

Growing up, I always held Mummy in high esteem as an authority when it came to the English language, because her grammar was impeccable.

Mummy's exceptionally brilliant Children are a reflection of her and her Husband's love for knowledge and education.

I believe Mummy must have influenced my love for naturopathy because she had a natural remedy for almost every illness. Before it became a thing, Mummy taught us not to drink water while eating. Mummy was the first person to make me discover that papaya seeds have medicinal properties, long before the world had easy access to Google.
I wasn't surprised by the fact that she lived so long, all the glory to God for that, but Mummy definitely played her part by taking her health very seriously.

Another thing about Mummy is that she was blunt, her words unfiltered- never one to sugarcoat anything. When it came to telling the truth, Mummy was direct, thereby, inadvertently saving lives.

This is a celebration of a life well-lived; a life of many accomplishments that have stood the test of time and are a testament of her eternal legacy.

Dearest Mummy, we honour you in life and in death. We love you, but God loves you the most.

Rest in the Bosom of the Lord your Maker, Mummy Wakama aka Mummy No. 9!

Grandma, Grandma, funny how i can't come back to porthacourt to see you again, we had so many fun memories, I remember how you always add ONYEKACHI to my name anytime you call Ginika and you would say they all have the same meaning, no more close the door so tangolo(mosquito) doesn't come in, no more of your favourite hymns( ABIDE WITH ME), no more ei ORIBI WAKAMA when ever your exhausted or remembering your youthful time.
We miss you and we love you but christ love you more.
Rest well in the blossoms of our maker.

TRIBUTE
You are a mother with an ineffable meekness of heart. You are lovely and compassionate. You gave me the job I ever had, and thereby, made me a responsible person. How can I ever forget you. Live on Mama and remain in peace in the bossom of God Almighty.

ELEGANCE * FEMINITY* SPOKEN ENGLISH / ELOQUENCE*. PROSE * LITERATURE* BEAUTY * WOMAN OF GOD * EMBODIED & PERSONIFIED IN MA . ORIBI EUGENE - WAKAMA .. SWEET MOTHER FOR LIFE !!! 💋💋... REST ON IN THE ARMS OF THE ALMIGHTY, YOU FERVENTLY SERVED..... OSI * BOM .. 01/09/2026 .

Mama was such a well-rounded woman..she understood people, culture , mixed and related to people evenly. I could tell this my first and only encounter with her when she suddenly switched to speaking my dialect...it only takes someone who embraces others to speak their language with such intonation.

Secondly, her love for music was amazing..she could recall and sing old tunes and remembered the texts word to word. That was amazing I'm glad God gave me the opportunity to experience such a wonderful, blessed and calm personality .
To her family, I say thank you for giving me such a wonderful opportunity to meet her. Thank you for adopting me to your fold and may God grant you peace now and continually. Amen.

My dear Aunt,
Your passing has left a deep sadness in my heart, but I choose to be grateful for the gift of your life. Thank you for your love, your care, your prayers, and the many ways you touched our lives.

You were a woman of grace and kindness, and I will always treasure the memories we shared. Though you are no longer with us, your love and the impact you made will remain in our hearts forever.

May the Lord grant you eternal rest, and may He comfort everyone you have left behind.
Sleep well, dear Aunt. You will always be remembered with love.

Goodnight ma. Dein na mu...there is no way anyone would forget your elegance and style. And the disarming smile. Most of what I would have said, have already been said...i bid you farewell and Rest in eternal peace...Amen.

Our dear mummy, Aunt with a great and loving heart of kindness. You will greatly missed and you cannot be replaced.

However, I must thank her for great, willingness for helping people especially myself for all things she had done for me, I truly appreciate, for her generosity, education and self-discipline etc she had shown me and I will continue to appreciate her kindness indeed.

On these ground I must say, may the angles of Christ be with her as she gone to the Lord. May her Soul Rest In Peace 🙏🏻

In Loving Memory of a Remarkable Mum and a Beloved Matriarch!!!

It is with a heart full of gratitude and fond memories that I pay tribute to a truly remarkable woman, a mother, a matriarch, a woman of faith, and someone whose influence reached far beyond her immediate Family.

Although it has been many years since I last saw Mum, there are some people whose presence remains with you across the passage of time. She is one of those people.

I came to know Mum through her daughters, who have always treated me more like a sister than a friend. In their home, I was never made to feel like a visitor; I was simply one of the girls.

Her doors were open, and so was her heart. I remember her warmth, her welcoming smile and the feeling that there was always room for one more. I was not her biological daughter, but I am not sure Mum ever really made that distinction. I was part of the lives of her children, and somehow that was enough for me to become part of hers.

Mum was an educated woman who understood the importance of education. As young girls, we were constantly reminded of its value and the opportunities it could create. As we grow older, we often come to appreciate the wisdom behind the words of those who guided us when we were young.

She was also a woman who believed in doing what was right and doing it right. She had standards, principles and a strong sense of how life should be lived.
My recollection is that her faith, the Church and the Word of God were extremely important to her, and that her values were always closely connected to her faith.

Mum was beautiful and appreciated beauty in people and in the things around her. She understood, perhaps, that life should not merely be endured, but appreciated.

Today, she leaves behind far more than memories. She leaves a family, a legacy of values, and generations who will carry her story forward.

In African tradition, we often say that when an elder passes, a library has been lost. But perhaps we should also remember that when a mother has lived this long and raised a family, a whole history has been written through her life.

That history lives on in her children, her grandchildren, her great grandchildren and all those whose lives she touched.

For me, I will remember Mum with gratitude for her warmth, her smile, the openness of her home, her encouragement of education, and for making me feel that I was always welcome.

I may not have seen her in many years, but distance does not erase the kindness someone showed you or the impression they left upon your life.

Rest peacefully, dear Mum.

Your earthly journey is complete, but your story continues through the family you loved, the values you lived by, and the lives you touched.

Mum,
May your memory forever be a blessing, and May your soul rest in perfect peace , Amen.

Tribute to a Dear Aunty
Rest peacefully, dear Aunty. Your love will always stay in our hearts. Thank you for your wonderful memories and light you brought to our lives. Your warm smile, your patient ears, and your boundless kindness made every around you feel safe and deeply loved. The space you leave behind is vast, but the beautiful memories we shared with you, will stay in our hearts. Thank you for the unconditional love you gave so freely. Rest in peace Aunty. Your spirit lives on in all of us.

Courtsey: Barrister Unoma Omo

A Tribute to My Beloved Aunty

My beloved Aunty was truly a woman of God, a woman of love, and a shelter to many. She had such a big heart, and her kindness and generosity touched so many lives.

To me, she was much more than an aunty. She was someone I looked up to and admired—a woman whose life encouraged me to desire to live well and honorably.

She always called me beautiful. It didn’t matter what I wore; whenever she saw me, she would say, “You are beautiful. You look good.” Those simple words meant so much and are memories I will treasure forever.

As an educator, she was always proud of and encouraging about my academics. I remember that while she was pursuing her PhD at the University of Ibadan, she made the effort to bring my graduation clothes to me at FGGC Oyo. Even in the midst of her own pursuits, she showed up for me.

I will never forget that she bought me my first school sandals/slippers, and she would often jokingly wonder why my daddy didn’t name me after her, but instead “turned the name around.” She also never failed to tell me how much she loved my daddy.

One of the most beautiful things I remember was watching her interact with my dad and with his mother, my grandmother. Their love and relationship were precious—truly beautiful to behold. It was a picture of family love, honor, and connection that I pray the present generation will not only remember, but replicate.

She also gave me two beautiful big sisters who became mentors and role models to me—a gift for which I remain grateful.

And how she loved my children! Whenever we visited home, she would make her special “Temi buru” with dry fish pepper soup. It was more than a meal; it was love, warmth, and home.

There is so much more I could say, but perhaps the simplest way to describe her is this:

She loved well.

She encouraged.
She gave.
She welcomed.
She sheltered.
She showed up.
She made people feel valued and beautiful.

Aunty, thank you for loving me, my daddy, my children, and our family so deeply. Thank you for the countless ways you poured into our lives.

Your voice may be silent, but your love continues to speak through the lives you touched.

My prayer is that the love you modeled will not end with your generation—that we will carry it forward and that the present generation will learn to love, honor, support, and care for family with the same depth and sincerity.

I thank God for the gift of your life and for the privilege of calling you my Aunty.

Rest well, my beloved Aunty. Your memory will forever be a blessing.

A Tribute to My Beloved Aunty

A Woman of God. A Woman of Love. A Shelter for Many.

It is with a heart full of gratitude, love, and deep sadness that I celebrate the life of my beloved Aunty.

Some people pass through our lives and leave memories. Others leave a part of themselves in us. My Aunty was one of those special people.

She was a kind and loving woman, a woman of God, a woman with a big heart, and a shelter for many. She had a generosity of spirit that made people feel welcomed, valued, and loved.

For me, she was so much more than an aunty.

She was someone I looked up to. Someone whose life inspired me to want to live a good and meaningful life. She was one of those people whose approval and encouragement meant so much to me.

And there is something I will always remember about her:

She always told me I was beautiful.

It didn’t matter what I was wearing. It didn’t matter whether I thought I looked good or not. Whenever she saw me, she would tell me, “You are beautiful. You look good.”

She had a way of making me see myself through her eyes.

Those words may have seemed simple, but they meant so much. She made me feel beautiful, seen, and celebrated. And now, whenever I hear those words in my heart, I will remember her.

Aunty was also an educator, and education was clearly close to her heart. She was always interested in my academics. She would praise me, encourage me, and celebrate my educational achievements. Her encouragement made me want to do well.

I remember that even while she was pursuing her own PhD at the University of Ibadan, she was still looking out for me. While I was at FGGC Oyo, she personally brought my graduation clothes to me at school.

She was pursuing her own dreams, yet she made room to show up for mine.

That was Aunty.

She showed love by showing up.

I also remember how she would sometimes wonder why my daddy did not name me after her—but instead, as she would say, he had “turned the name around.” It was one of those family stories that she loved to bring up, and it always made me smile.

And speaking of my daddy, one thing I will never forget is how often she told me how much she loved him.

She spoke about him with such affection. There was a special bond between them, and hearing her talk about my daddy gave me another glimpse into the depth of love and family connection that existed between them.

She loved her family deeply.

And she loved my children deeply.

Oh, how she loved my children!

Whenever we visited home, she would make a special dish for us—her unforgettable “Temi buru” with dry fish pepper soup.

That meal was so much more than food.

It was love.

It was welcome.

It was home.

It was Aunty’s way of saying, “I am happy you are here.”

I will always remember that.

And then there was the very first pair of school sandals/slippers she bought for me. It may seem like such a small thing, but I have never forgotten it.

Because when you are loved by someone, you remember the little things.

You remember who showed up.

You remember who encouraged you.

You remember who celebrated you.

You remember who made you feel special.

And Aunty did all of that for me.

She also gave me the gift of two beautiful big sisters, who became mentors and role models to me. Through them, her influence on my life continues.

I could say so much more about her.

There are so many memories, so many conversations, so many acts of kindness, so many things she did for me and for others that words cannot adequately capture.

But perhaps the greatest tribute I can give her is to say:

She loved well.

She encouraged well.

She gave generously.

She opened her heart and her home to others.

She made people feel seen.

She made people feel beautiful.

She made people believe they could do more.

She was a shelter for many.

And she was a blessing to me.

Aunty, thank you for every “You are beautiful.”

Thank you for every “You look good.”

Thank you for every word of encouragement about my academics.

Thank you for believing in me.

Thank you for the school sandals.

Thank you for bringing my graduation clothes to me at school.

Thank you for the two beautiful big sisters you gave me.

Thank you for loving my children.

Thank you for every bowl of Temi buru and dry fish pepper soup.

Thank you for loving my daddy so deeply.

Thank you for being part of the story of my life.

Your voice may be silent now, but the things you spoke into me will continue to speak.

Your hands may no longer prepare that special meal, but the memory of your love will continue to nourish us.

Your eyes may no longer look at me and say, “You are beautiful,” but I will carry those words with me.

And perhaps one of the greatest gifts you unknowingly gave me was teaching me that sometimes, love is simply making another person feel that they are seen, valued, beautiful, and capable.

You did that for me.

You did that for many.

And your legacy will live on.

So today, although I grieve, I also give thanks.

I thank God for your life.

I thank God for the privilege of knowing you.

I thank God that I was loved by you.

And I thank God for every beautiful memory you left behind.

Rest well, my beloved Aunty.

You were beautiful on the inside and out.

You lived generously.

You loved deeply.

You encouraged faithfully.

You sheltered many.

You left your fingerprints on our lives.

And you will never be forgotten.

Until we meet again, may your beautiful memory continue to be a blessing.

With love and deep gratitude,

Your niece,
Helen

Mama lived well and we all will miss her. May your soul rest in perfect peace mama.. Wel love you 🙏

A mum of mums! Beautiful mummy. Our pride and joy. We will miss you sorely but your memory shall remain a blessing to us all. God rest your soul peacefully in HIS Bossom. Deina mu 🙏🏼

Tribute to My Dearly Beloved Big Auntie and Mother
When I received the call from her last son, Kalada (K-Boy), announcing her passing, I broke down in solemn tears, feeling the deep pain of her departure.
I cannot begin to express how much I love you and how much I will miss your kind words, advice, care, and support. For the past decades that I have known you as my late mother's cousin, you have been a true blessing—always filled with joyful advice, love, and unwavering support.
I just want to say thank you. I greatly appreciate everything you did for me, my wedding, my marriage, and my family.
We love you, Big Auntie. You will be greatly missed, but we rejoice in God for the impactful life you lived.
Rest in the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ until the resurrection morning.

Dein na mu, mina opu ibi minabo.
Thank you so much for the life you lived.

Warisenibo Jinbobaraye Karibo-Nelson & family
(Maternal Cousin)

Heartfelt Tribute to our Dear Mummy

My name is
Stella Ibaraye Fiberesima. I am deeply saddened to hear of the passing of our dear Mummy. You entered our family with a good heart and genuine love. We fondly call you “Mummy,” and to us—you were more than family; you cared for us the way a mother would, and you showed love and kindness to everyone under your care and others.

Even as young as I was, I remember how ready you were to protect our immediate family. If anyone tried to trouble us, you stood up, spoke with strength, and made it clear that there would be no disrespect or crossing boundaries while you were around in our immediate family always in your own caring, protective ways.

Mummy, you taught your biological children, and you also guided us, those of us under your care with respect, pride, and strength—the qualities you believed our family should carry forward. Because of you, we know we must always be proud of our legacy and of the next generation. As far as I know, you were a very hardworking and strong woman.

You worked hard, serving not only at a national level in Rivers State, but also in our local community. Through Wakama Church and Port Harcourt Anglican Church, you helped organise and support church activities, and you served with dedication.

I am heartbroken that I am in the UK and couldn’t be there to comfort you in the hospital before you passed. Please know that your love will remain in our hearts. I pray that God grants you eternal rest, and comforts the entire family you have left behind.

Good night, sweet sleep Mummy. We will miss you dearly. DEIN NA MU MA and Pa be kare ni ipiri - I really miss him too.