When it comes to snatching us without notice, wicked death does not play. It is agonizing to
reflect on the exit of a loved one because we know that he would never physically come back.
The sudden death of Chuks my dear brother, cousin, and friend has been so difficult to endure.
A true “resident” of Texas, Chuks has always spent most holidays with us in Houston. He knew
this city more than the Mayor because he visited us at will. He knew all the “Omambala-
residents” and where they reside. He called each of us whenever he arrived.
Each time he arrived, he would call every family member to update them about home. He
would try to meet each of us before he departs. He would travel to other states to do the same.
Then when he finally returns to Nigeria, he would call to announce a safe trip.
He knew my children personally by their faces and had never transposed their names just like
me. He would ask and ask questions about everyone’s wellbeing and progress. He would bring
up discussions about family issues and play the mediator role.
That was just a brief recollection about a brother that we lost —a reflection of unbroken love
and understanding of a marvelous Soul who found it difficult to say no to helping others. Oh
“Soul Brother” as we called each other, death may take away your physical presence but can
never erase your amazing spirit and the love we shared.
As Romans 14:8 counseled, “If we live, we live for the Lord; and if we die, we die for the Lord.
So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.” Chuks nwannem, my tears notwithstanding,
I know that you are with the Lord, “For this God is our God forever and ever; he will be our
guide even to the end” (Psalm 48:14).
Adieu brother Chuks, for now, till we meet again.