Mazi Raphael Iheatu Igwegbe
He was born in 1923 into the family of Eze Igwegbe Odum and his heart throb Princess Ngborie Igwegbe (Nee Abazu). He was a business man transacting bussiness with UAC and SCOA mainly dealth in gold, , salt Tobacco and graded palm oil. He was married with two boys, Mazi Solomon Igwegbe and Mazi Lawrence Igwegbe as well as three daughters; Mrs Helen Cletus Effiong, Mrs Debora Okechukwu Mbibi and Florence. He is survived by many grand children. Mazi Raphael Igwegbe was adevoted catholic and aged 72 years at death.
Mrs Lilian Oriaku Igwegbe
She was born into the family Chief Ozigbo Okereke in 1934. Mrs. Oriaku Igwegbe was a business woman , politician, moblizer, right activist and almost single handedly brought palm oil buyers to come to the two major markets in Ndizuogu instead of carryiong palm oil to Umuchu in Anambara state!. He fought for the rights of Odum women, Igwegbe women sucessfully and stood constantly for the oppressed and above all was adevoted catholic and was in the leadership of St. mary's Christian mothers and that of arondizuogu until her death at the at the age of 62
Mazi Solomon Igwegbe
I Regret to announce the passing away of my brother, Mazi Solomon Iheatu Igwegbe
Mazi Solomon Iheatu Igwegbe is survived by wife, six children, several grandchildren and others. His funeral comes up in Arondizuogu on 31st Day of December 2014. May His Gentle Soul Rest in the boson of our Lord Jesus. Amen
Mazi Solomon Nwachukwu Igwegbe (Ogbujianyim) was born on 9th of August 1948 in the family of Late Mazi raphael Iheatu igwegbe and Late Mrs Lilian Oriaku igwegbe. Was the first born child of the couple and managed to pass his standard six but could not go further despite his avored brilliance because of lack of fund. Mazi solom iheatu igwegbe joined the Biafran army at a very tander age of 15 to defend the assault on Igbos and fought garrantly at the battle to defend Okigwe from falling to the Nigerian forces. there after he left the Biafran army trained as adriver and for the rest of his life was a driver. Lae Mazi Solom Igwegbe is surved by four sons and two daughters and grand children. Until his death he was the vice chairman of Ndioanich Uno mettins and Chairman of the Christian fathers of St. Mary's parish Ndianiche uno. He was devoted catholic and may his gentle soul rest in Peace. Amen
Prof Ndubizu Tennison Chukwu
I regret to announce the death of my uncle, Mazi Dick Echefu Igwegbe whose sad event but surrender to god's will took place on . He is aged 80. He is survived by wife several children and many grand-children. May his gentle soul rest in the bosoom of our Lord Jesus. Amen.
I regret to announce the death of my sister, Mrs. Helen Okon Effiong which sad event but with total surrender to the will of God happened on 26th February 2016. She is survived by several children and many grand children. May her gentle soul rest in the bossom of the Lord. amen.
Poems 
Chiekezi, Nwa Nnem
By George Amadi
Marian Congress in Nineteen Fifty-Four to Nigeria fell,
Altar of altars materialised in a matter of a few nights;
From Lagos Race-course oozed heavenly delights
As the Vatican celebrated Mass prompted by a bell.
Wild horses wouldn’t have my pious mother kept away
From such a global gathering inspiring, fit and proper,
Had she, staunch Christian, not been diagnosed labourer,
Doing as she was told at the Massey Street Maternity bay.
For all her troubles, gasping and grunting, as Mass went on,
At Offertory, did she, thank God, a baby boy got delivered of.
To a startled father, enjoying the Gospel on radio, and myself,
Presently, the child’s birth, by a pretty nurse was revealed.
Starry-eyed, good-looking and, to one and all, ever smiling,
Bon-Boy, easy to please, was sheer delight to be with.
It would be an understatement to say I fussed over him,
Emmanuel, my little joy, that I took everywhere like a trophy.
If I had my life, all over again, to lead, Chiekezi, aka Mannix,
As brother I would love to have, through thick and thin, each
Other to cherish and to hold, come rain, come shine, God
Willing, but until we meet again, sleep thee tight, Nwa Nnem.
Lagos, February 21, 2013
I regret to announce the death of my uncle Mazi Dick Echefu Igwegbe. Mazi Dick Echefu igwegbe is survived by wife and several children as well as several grand children. Mazi Dick Echefu Igegbe is aged 80 years. May his gentle soul rests in the bosom of the Lard. Amen.
Poem2
September Blues
By George Amadi
My sweet mother every morning, bright and early
On bended knees her children, wards in prayer led,
After which behind every ear scrubbed clean.
Dressed and fed, each, a happy song singing,
On the way to school wended, as happy as a lark.
As busy as a bee till sun-down, Mom, by a smart few
Trusted, only intricate trinket cast in genuine gold
At the classy Tom Jones shopping centre stocked,
Where she, fabrics also, to a select clientele, sold.
Of her memorable days, enough cannot be said
But Saturday Derby, as an exception, stands out,
In more ways than one, when she on horses
Bets placed, raking in a fortune on a good day.
Mother’s story incomplete ever would be, if untold
Remains that street-wise lady’s unparalleled knack
For staking good money on a thank-God-it’s-Friday
Night pools betting featuring EPL teams as pawns.
But all too soon, one year to be exact, after she,
A rare gem, her eldest child off to university sent,
Recall if I may, ill, alas, fell and to hospital taken was.
With no light at the end of the tunnel in Sixty-Three,
Until her September Eleven death my blues became,
Ebeke’s cheerful countenance not once wore a frown;
Although, then, sad days had grown into sadder weeks.
Lagos, Dec. 7, 2010
Lovely Lilian
by G. Amadi
Barely fifteen painful years
gone by, maybe less,
since Nineteen Sixty-Three,
the second time
it was that stood I
choking,
fighting back tears,
without success trying,
at the remains of someone,
other than
my mother's,
as well dear to me,
staring.
I couldn't help chuckling
on sighting
a beloved friend, Lilian,
my younger sister,
lovely lass generous,
of hurts oblivious;
brilliant, sublime,
charismatic,
yet, self-effacing,
and a rare presence
of mind commanded,
sickness and pain with
courage bore;
she never thought I
bury will,
alas, from
out of the blue,
in a coffin
lying at an Air Force
Base morgue,
our last hug
one year ago,
or so, recalling,
back at me now
a wry smile
smiling.
I, the one standing alone,
she with angels and saints
sweet melodies
to The One from whom
nothing is hidden,
singing,
memories of her
gentle soul
then, my
saddened heart
flooded and unlike
in mum's case,
time,
the luxury of saying
our good-byes
to grant us,
chose not.
Just For A Day
by George Amadi
Were it possible my mother to have
with me one more time, a lot more
chores would I undertake, unasked,
wanting to do more, if she'd let me.
If I knew sixteen years was all I had,
Mom I would've given one rose a day,
listened to the full story of her life,
and learned every song she knew.
"If wishes were horses", she'd say,
to "Beggars would ride", lost was I,
then upset, me did call a slow coach;
I, shamed, to work harder, promised.
But school was never the same after
my queen died and I was all alone;
yet, fond memories of her led me on,
hoping, one day, she will come home.
Now, I'm grown up but still miss her.
Oh, how sweet it was to be loved,
and how wonderful it would be, just
for a day, to have Mama Regina back!
Lagos, June 6, 2014
Lovely Lilian
by G. Amadi
Barely fifteen painful years
gone by, maybe less,
since Nineteen Sixty-Three,
the second time
it was that stood I
choking,
fighting back tears,
without success trying,
at the remains of someone,
other than
my mother's,
as well dear to me,
staring.
I couldn't help chuckling
on sighting
a beloved friend, Lilian,
my younger sister,
lovely lass generous,
of hurts oblivious;
brilliant, sublime,
charismatic,
yet, self-effacing,
and a rare presence
of mind commanded,
sickness and pain with
courage bore;
she never thought I
bury will,
alas, from
out of the blue,
in a coffin
lying at an Air Force
Base morgue,
our last hug
one year ago,
or so, recalling,
back at me now
a wry smile
smiling.
I, the one standing alone,
she with angels and saints
sweet melodies
to The One from whom
nothing is hidden,
singing,
memories of her
gentle soul
then, my
saddened heart
flooded and unlike
in mum's case,
time,
the luxury of saying
our good-byes
to grant us,
chose not.
Lagos, October 31, 2012
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