Deaconess Love James (Nwa-Ada)

To my grandma with the kindest heart, you may be gone from my sight but never from my heart. Continue to rest in perfect peace, Mama. I love you forever. I wish I could see you again to tell you goodbye. I miss you so much, Grandma.

9 days ago

A Tribute to My Mrs Love My second mother, my babygirl keeper. They say not all angels have wings. Some of them come in the form of women who refuse to let you fall. That woman is you, Mrs Love. You didn’t birth me, but you birthed the woman I’m becoming. When my world went quiet, your voice became my lullaby. When I felt invisible, you looked me in the eye and said, “Babygirl, I see you. Precious Girl, you matter.” Those two names, Babygirl and Precious Girl, are not just nicknames. They are prayers you spoke over my life on days I couldn’t pray for myself. They are reminders that even when I doubted my worth, you never did. In your presence, I learned what home feels like. Warmth without judgement. Correction without shame. Love without conditions. You fed me when I was hungry, not just with food, but with wisdom. You always had food waiting for me when I came back tired from work: a hot plate, soft words, and a seat at your table before I even asked. That was you telling me “You’re safe now, Precious Girl," without saying a word. You covered me with prayers I never heard but always felt. You celebrated my small wins like they were world records, and you held my hand through losses that would have broken me. Mrs Love, you taught me that a mother’s heart isn’t about DNA. It’s about who shows up. Who stays? Who calls you “Precious Girl” even when you feel like a mess? You chose me, again and again. So today I don’t just say “thank you". I say, Thank you for being my safe place. Thank you for the late-night talks, the songs and prayers that saved me, and the hugs that healed me. Thank you for the meals that fed more than my stomach; they fed my soul. Thank you for proving that love can still be soft in a hard world. If I grow up to be half the woman you are – strong, kind, and full of grace – then my life would mean something. I may not have called you “Mum” at birth, but my heart has called you that every day since. You are my Mrs Love. My babygirl's guardian. My Precious Girl’s biggest cheerleader. I love you. I honour you. I will make you proud. Forever your Babygirl, Ake Precious

9 days ago

A TRIBUTE TO MY BELOVED AUNT Auntie, if there's one word that keeps coming back to me when I think of you, it’s home. (Patience, Mother), as we fondly call you. You had this way of making any room feel warmer the second you walked in; your smile entered the room first, gentle and honest, and then you would follow it with arms that knew when a hug was needed. You didn't just ask how I was? - You waited for the real answer, and you remembered it. Years later you will still ask, 'How about that thing you told me years ago? Is it going well...' That's who you were; you paid attention to every detail. I keep replaying the little things you did. When I was small, my parents told me the first day I went to school you carried me on your accommodating shoulders; they said my leg didn't touch the ground. I believe I remember this moment. You were my first means of transportation. That's very special. You taught me without lecturing: don't join bad friends, always be on your own, and be humble. I remember how you spoilt me with the fruits I loved; you'll always come with them not because it was for everyone but because I said I loved them. What amazes me is the love you and your brother (my father) had; it was so obvious to see. How would you say, 'I want to go see my brother'? How my dad after church will always want to see you before going home, sometimes we wonder if we've been in church for hours, but he wants to see his sister... blood was always thicker than water. Death doesn't get the last word with someone like you; your stories have still been told every time your nieces and nephews gather. Your values are still shaping us. Every time I choose kindness over bitterness, patience over anger, I'm honouring you. Thank you, Aunt, for loving me without conditions. Thank you for being my soft place and mirror. We miss you terribly; we love you endlessly, and we will keep making you proud. Rest well, Auntie, until we meet again Your Diamond

9 days ago

A TRIBUTE TO A SPECIAL SISTER-IN-LAW ADAIBE, my friend, my gist partner, my sister-in-law that became my children's grandmother, the person who I watch movies together with, gist and laugh with, waiting for the next episode to come. The person who took care of my children from the first to the fifth. The one who loved my family and became friends with my mum – if I were to weigh your importance to me, it would be infinity over one hundred; the one who I can confide in and be alright. She made me feel like I've known her parents because she told me stories from the past; she always calls to know how I am doing. If I want to make her laugh, I call her ADAIBE. We were so close that she visits home anytime she likes; she has a room in all our houses specially for her. She knew what my children loved no matter how little it was; I always appreciated them. Her last visit was after my surgery, when she came to visit, she gave me a warm hug and started crying saying " THANK GOD *3" these were her special words to me anytime I gave birth. Things changed when she stopped calling and stop receiving my calls.... I asked myself is this nature calling, so I visited I saw that God was preparing to take her. On that faithful night it showed. She was waiting for my husband and I to come and then it rained heavily, after the rain she gave up, that's when it dawned on me that she has gone to be with the Lord. Adaibe, till we meet again, Yours, Stella.

9 days ago

Tribute To My Sister. DADA, it is difficult to accept that you are gone; this reminds me of Ecclesiastes. 3:20 “We are made of dust, and to dust we shall all return." I will never forget the advice which you gave to me the last time you visited home; you said, “I should put hope in GOD." That is something I will always recall. May you remain in Jehovah’s memory till the resurrection day.

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TRIBUTE TO MY DEAR SISTER DADA!!! Today I honour the memory of my dear elder sister, whose love, guidance and presence shaped my life in countless ways. I remember that you played the role of both an elder sister and a nanny to us, your siblings. Our patents called you “Ada-Ibee”, meaning “The First Daughter of Young Couple”. Everyone admired your beautiful fatty body and called you “Ada-Ukwuu”, but I call you "Dada", meaning “Big Sister”. I am always accepted, safe and at peace whenever I come around you; the feeling is deeply personal. I had always wished to have a deep sister-to-sister conversation each time I visited you at the sickbed before your passing. I miss you beyond words, my beloved sister. I will miss your phone calls, as you always call to say, "Ego, how are you and your children?" With your passing, my beloved sister, our entire family is in great mourning, but I take my consolation in the word of God in 1 Corinthians 15:55, "O death, where is your sting? O grave, where is your victory?" Sleep on till the resurrection morning, when we shall meet to part no more. Your Sister, Ego

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TRIBUTE TO MY SISTER ADAIBE The most pressured member of the family is not the father or the mother in some families. It is the eldest daughter. From a young age, she quietly carries responsibilities no one officially assigned to her, yet everyone expects her to fulfill. After your husband's death, you raised all four children as graduates. You groomed and nurtured them to become responsible adults. Well done My friends and colleagues knew you as somebody they could report me to if I misbehaved. They knew Chioma’s sister leaves at ONWUCHEKWA street. You had integrity and respect. You were my confidant, my go-to person. My gist partner. I laughed a lot with you. I teased you a lot. You did not spare me either when I did something wrong. You told me to my face. Nnamdi, that is not right, you should have done better. You were kind to me. You loved me unconditionally. You were proud of me. It was you that took Diamond to school at day one. The minders told me you refused to drop him and go home until after much persuasion. I wish I told you how much I loved you. I know you would have been embarrassed if I did. You would have said GINA ONYE. KEMBUNNI . LEKWA AKUKO. One day I visited. I started giving you my gist whether you heard me or not. Whether you understood or not. I continued talking until I got tired, I stood up to go and one of the minders shouted, Sir, she is smiling. Sir, she is smiling. I looked and I saw the beam and I saw something else in your eyes. Your eyes spoke to me and I remembered. You were saying “Didn’t I tell you ? be strong, do what I asked you to do”. I would travel and will be praying, oh God, let nothing happen to my Sister in my absence. I am glad God heard my prayer. I am glad you waited for me. Now, that night. Oh, that long night! Ego and two of her children were there. PJ and her husband Earnest. Kufor, Goddy and Imoh. Stella my wife. We all kept vigil. Then came the rain with vengeance and people scampered for safety. I knew the angels were descending to take you home. I asked everyone around to go and sit in the car except your son, Imoh – the one I call mummy’s husband. As sudden as it came, the rain stopped. Few minutes after, there was silence and peace descended, the peace that passeth all understanding. I looked at you, and I knew. Sleep on my sister, your memory will never fade with me. It will continue to live in time and space. You left everything and walked away. I guess you are in a better place now where there is no struggle, no sorrow, no pain. Today, I carry out your wish. I fulfill that promise. I hope I did well. I thank your children for their cooperation. Goodbye my sister, and please, don’t go far away Your Nnamdi, Sir Chris Nnamdi Chioma JP

9 days ago

Tribute to Our Beloved Mother. Ma mère wasn't just a mother-in-law; she was a second mother, a confidante, and my greatest cheerleader. That's why I call her ma mère. Each time I return from a ministerial assignment, she hears my voice; even on her sickbed, she starts smiling. Ma Mère welcomed me with open arms and loved me as her own son. I am endlessly grateful for the remarkable woman you raised and the even more amazing grandmother you were. Our family wouldn’t be the same without your shining light. Thank you for your endless patience, your wise counsel, and the unconditional love you showed me from day one. You will forever hold a special place in my heart. Your son-in-law Pastor Nwoko Ernest

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Dear Mumsy. You were a caring woman whose kindness touched everyone around you. Thank you for the love you gave, your time, the children you raised, and for allowing everyone to be themselves around you. Your memories will forever be with us. Rest till Jesus comes.

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A tribute to my mother-in-law. Mumsi, as I fondly called you, the news of your departure came to me as a shock that fateful morning. Hmm! Who are we to question God? I didn't know you'd be leaving so soon. One thing I will miss about you is your smile; even on your tough days you still wore a smile. You were welcoming, calm and loving. Words fail me to describe who you were. Rest well, Mumsi. Rest till we meet to part no more. Rest well, strong woman.

9 days ago

Tribute to my Lovely Grandma. I love Grandma because she took care of my dad when he was a baby. Grandma used to protect me. Grandma used to call you Edi. I miss Grandma because she died. I love Grandma's garri and soup and her beans and plantain. Grandma died because she was old and sick. I wish Grandma could come back. I hope Jesus will wake her up when he comes back. Jesus died and woke up in three days, so Jesus can wake her up when he comes back.

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Tribute to Grandma Grandma, your love was the quiet strength in our family. You taught us kindness without words, warmth without conditions, and courage without fanfare. Every meal, every story, every gentle correction shaped who we are. The world feels emptier without your laugh, but richer because you lived. We miss you; we thank you, and we’ll carry you with us always. Your grandson, Emmanuel

9 days ago

Tribute To My Beloved Grandmother Today, I pay tribute to my beloved grandmother, a woman whose kindness, love, and caring nature made her truly extraordinary. Among all the people I have known, she lived an exemplary life. Her name was Love, and she embodied that virtue in every step she took. From as far back as I can remember, she was always caring, welcoming, and full of love. One of the things I will miss most about her is her cooking. Her meals brought joy and made every gathering feel special. No matter the occasion, she was always prepared and ready to make everyone feel at home. She had a kind heart and a warm spirit. She showed love not only through her words but through her actions. Her presence brought comfort, joy, and happiness to those around her, and she had a way of making people feel loved and appreciated. Although her passing brings sadness, I am grateful for the time I shared with her and the lessons she taught me through the way she lived her life. Her kindness, generosity, and love will continue to inspire me and remain in my heart forever. Grandma, thank you for your love, your care, and the beautiful memories you gave us. You will always be loved, remembered, and deeply missed. Rest peacefully in the bosom of the Lord. Your grandson, Joshua Israel Chioma

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Tribute to My Beloved Grandmother, "Mummy" ‎Today, I celebrate the life of my beloved grandmother, whom I fondly call Mummy. Though my heart aches because of your absence, I am grateful to God for the gift of having you in my life. ‎Mummy, you were love in its purest form. You cared for my brothers and me with a passion that words can hardly describe. Whenever we visited, you made sure we never lacked anything. From clothes to little treats and gifts, you always found a way to provide for us and make us feel special. Your generosity knew no bounds, and your home was always a place of comfort, warmth, and joy. ‎One of my fondest memories is how patiently you cared for me when I was younger. When you discovered that I wet the bed at night, you did not shame or scold me. Instead, you would gently wake me up so I could use the restroom. Even when accidents happened, your response was always filled with understanding and love. Looking back now, I realize how much patience and kindness it required, and I will forever cherish that memory. ‎You also gave me gifts that will stay with me for a lifetime. You taught me how to sing hymns. I can still picture those peaceful nights when you would sit and sing, your voice filling the room with worship, creating memories that remain precious treasures in our hearts. ‎Mummy, you were also my teacher in the kitchen. Many of the meals I know how to prepare today were learned from watching and helping you cook. Through those simple moments, you taught me not only recipes but also the value of patience, diligence, and caring for others. ‎One thing I will never forget is your smile. No matter the situation, your face carried a warmth that made everyone feel welcome. Your presence brought peace, and your love touched everyone around you. You were the true embodiment of your name, 'LOVE.' ‎Although I will miss you deeply, I take comfort in knowing that your love lives on through your children, my uncles and aunts, and through all the lives you touched. The lessons you taught me, the hymns you sang, the meals you shared, and the love you freely gave will remain with me forever. ‎I am comforted by the assurance that you are resting with the Lord. We look forward to that glorious and joyous day when we shall all gather again in paradise, reunited in God's presence. ‎Thank you, Mummy, for your love, your sacrifices, your wisdom, and your unwavering care. Your legacy will continue to live in our hearts. ‎Rest peacefully, Mummy, until we meet again. ‎With love and gratitude, ‎Victory Israel Chioma

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Tribute to My Lovely Mother To my lovely and generous sweet mother, Dada, as we all fondly called you. Death, oh death, you are wicked. Although you are a reality of life, your coming was untimely. The last time I met you, my lovely mother, you said nothing to me. Instead, you only shed tears. Deep within my heart, I felt that something was wrong. My only consolation is that you are resting in the Lord. Heaven has gained a beautiful soul, but we will miss you dearly. May your lovely and gentle soul continue to rest in the Lord until we meet to part no more. Rest in perfect peace, dear Mother. You will forever remain in our heart. Your son, Israel Chioma

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A tribute to my lovely mum. My first love, my mum, my tutor, My Chekuru, My paddy woman. I recall whenever I visit the neighbors or my sister will say "look your husband is here" and I'll smile and hail you as usual "my chekuru international". The one that I call by whistling from a mile and she'll smile even without seeing me. My introverted mum is in the crowd but extroverted mum with her children and people she feels safe with. My mum doesn't raise hands on other people's kids. The one that makes morning and evening devotional a lifestyle by singing to wake us up even when we murmur or grumble due to the sound sleep. Her voice and songs clear the air before the Bible reading and prayers sometimes. The one that calls to remind me of calling my siblings, especially my younger one. The one that reports every matter to us as family. The one that leaves at peace with everyone in our neighborhood as the Bible recommends us to do. May 25th, 2026, the night was quiet, but my heart was loud. The room held its breath while I held your arm and held you tight. I wish I could have seen death coming and fought it for you. I wish my hands were strong enough to keep you here, but death is inevitable till Jesus Christ comes again. You cared for me with your meals, healed me like a hospital, and taught me satisfaction, hygiene and modesty in dressing. Your songs still lived in me. You left while I was holding on to you, and I’ve been holding on to your memory ever since. The scar is deep, but your love is deeper. Your songs had gone silent, but I could still hear them in the space between your breaths. The lamp burned low, like it didn’t want to see you go. Outside, the world kept moving, but in here time stopped. I watched death take you while my hands tried to give you back to life at 11:20 p.m . That was the night the house learned how to be empty. The night your meals stopped coming, your hospitality went still, and your hope became my job to carry. I wish I could fight death. Instead, I’m left fighting the night without you. Mum, you care in a way that makes the whole house feel safe. Even on my worst days, your concern wraps around me like a blanket. Then you sing like an Angel, and your voice turns ordinary moments into something warm like an Angel. Whether it’s a hymn while you cook or doing something else or sitting shaking your legs, your songs are the soundtrack of my childhood, teen and early adult. Thank you for caring for all of us, and for filling our home with motherly love , care and Christian music. I love you to the moon and back as I usually tell you whenever I'm leaving but God loves you most. keep sleeping till we meet in the resurrection morning.

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My Mother My love My foundation My strongest earthly piler My push to thrive My forever crush My biggest support system My hospitality champion My hygiene prof My biggest fan in life My brave fighter My beautiful damsel My queen My full paycheck My inspiration My reflection My partner in disagreement My dynamic chef The one who makes my world beautiful Her smile drives away pain and hates Her prayers make me forget every painful past Her dreams keep me pushing.. Her simplicity, my charm Her prayers, my strength Her dreams are my legacy My world ... O life! Her children were “her everything”. She was satisfied with life and her children, a home builder, an expert in providing basic life necessities, a carrier of responsibilities, my father's strongest assets, my brothers’ peace, my husband’s bond, a deep lover, never covetous to anyone, a home maker. A team player, an affectionate listener. Growing up, her love for me felt so obsessive, but selfless, couldn't comprehend how she could love me that much and yet allowed me to find my own path, sow, grow and glow. My mom is best described as a moon in action and a sun in radiance. A moon whose light is calm, peaceful and relaxing, beautiful and more often hidden and harmless, while her children, mini suns, a reflection of the light she carries. A queen of her kingdom, the loss of her King didn't take away her dignity as a queen, she bravely carried the responsibility of life as a real queen, keeping, guiding, and managing her kingdom. God gave me the grace and privilege to pause life and be with her during her last six months on Earth, I got the best gift to hold her hands few hours before her death and pray with her to make it right with her God in her heart and she gave a deep breath, held my hand tightly when I said Amen. My heart bleeds beyond human imagination yet at peace for there is Hope beyond the grave. Rest on my heroine. Until the resurrection morning, when I will hear her voice call me “TOCHI” again.

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Tribute to Our Beloved Mother With gratitude to God, we celebrate the life of our beloved mother, a woman of unwavering faith, boundless love, and remarkable kindness. She was a devoted Christian whose life reflected the values of compassion, humility, and service to God and humanity. As a mother, she was caring, selfless, and deeply committed to the well-being of her family. Her love, guidance, prayers, and sacrifices shaped our lives and will remain a lasting source of inspiration. Though her passing leaves a great void in our hearts, we find comfort in the legacy of faith and love she leaves behind. We thank God for the privilege of having her as our mother and cherish the precious memories we shared. Mum, your love will forever live in our hearts, and your example will continue to guide us. Rest peacefully in the Lord until we meet again. – Your Loving Son, Elder Godwin James

9 days ago

A tribute to my mother. There is a phone that will not ring tonight and a silence where your voice used to live. Chidiebere, Eberechi, you dey there? You don eat? Hope say you dey rest? You done pray today? The line is open. No one calls me home. I was your handbag, your last and littlest thing, the child you carried close and would not set down. Now the handbag is set down, and the arm that held me has gone to sleep. How many nights did you stay awake for me, praying and counting the clock, refusing your own rest, not closing your eyes until mine were safe till the journey ended, till I said, Mumsy, I don reach O. Mumsy, you have travelled now and gone to sleep, and I am the one left awake, waiting to hear that you arrived safely home. Now we wait for that glorious morning. I would lie across your lap, and we would talk, and talk, and talk, and then you would sing. You sang as though the morning could not start without you, song after song after song, and I, fool that I was, recorded none of them. I would have played them a whole month without stopping, a concert with no interval and no end; now I hold the empty hush where all that music was. You knew my strange taste buds, the small dust/smoke allergies, and the things that did me harm. You guarded me from what I could not eat and from what I should not carry. Who will read me so closely now? Who will know me before I even speak? And here is the grief I did not expect; losing you, I lost my father twice. When he slept, the pain came only sparingly, a quiet ache that visited and left, but you opened the whole house of sorrow. For now, it lands on me that I am alone, and now it lands that my father gave, and gave, and gave; he poured himself out for everyone he loved and never once sat down to be poured into. He never got to rest inside my care, never got to be the one looked after. I miss him more, standing here without you both, a child of two graves and an open sky. Before the tears decide everything. I am sad, yes, sad that you are no more, Mum. I am not without my pride, my quiet joy. You lived. You truly lived. You saw the children you suffered for rise and become something in this world. When sickness came, you were not abandoned to it; you were held, you were tended, you were loved out loud. You saw us, love you. You knew. We did all we could, in every way we could, and you went to sleep knowing it. So, beneath all this weeping there is a smile, small and sure: the satisfaction that your race was finished well, that you were carried at the end, the way you carried us at the beginning. This is where my sorrow turns to joy. I am holding to the promise as it is written, "The dead in Christ shall rise first." So, you will rise before us all, strong and hearty, all your sickness gone for good, your face the way it always was, still smiling, the very face that was photocopied to make mine. I will come to you with all my questions. “Shey, you had to sleep? Shey, you had to rest? Shey, the pain had grown so heavy that you had to let go?” Before you answer, I will tell you this: I understand. Even as I missed you, I understood. That night, when you left us, I cried, the longest hour of my whole life, alone and with no comfort. I understood. Even though you left sooner than I would have chosen, I understood. Then I will hug you and hold you and not let go and tell you how I missed you while you slept and tell you the small confessions I have kept that I wish I had called more, visited more, and stayed longer in your room all those times I came home. I know there are no tears up there, no sorrow allowed up yonder, so I wonder how I'll say all this and not weep. Perhaps the incorruptible body simply will not let the teardrop fall. Well, we would see and know on that resurrection morning. And oh, the double joy of that day! I will look to my side, and it will be you. I will look up, and it will be Jesus. Sideways, my mother. Upward, my Lord. I can feel the gladness of it even now, alive in my chest as I write this down, the morning when the grave gives back its sleepers and we rise to meet Him in the air. That morning is not yet, and I am still here, with a life to live. So, I will not carry you as a wound. I will carry you as an anchor. Your prayers are not finished working; your every word of counsel still holds me steady as Christ leads me on. I will wait. I will hope. I will stand tall. I will live, not in the heavy grief that pulls me under, but in the brave remembering that lifts me up, so that when I speak your name, it comes out as a song, and not a sob. Sleep, Mumsy. Sleep till that great day. Rest now; you have more than earned your rest. See you on that glad, glad morning when, looking sideways, it will be you. I LOVE YOU ALWAYS. Your Eberechi, your handbag, still.

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