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On arrival at his Onitsha residence, I was greeted with neighbors who came to grieve with my family. One of them asked me, “Is it because of the birthday celebration?” I answered, YES, I killed him with the birthday event. He shuts his mouth.

The next day, more sympathizers were trooping in and discussion ensued. That was when I learnt there was a time when it was rumored that celebrating birthdays for the elderly send them to the grave. One said it was the birthday preparation that caused accidents that affected two of my family members. Chai!

And these are staunch Christians whom I was surprised believed such trash. I listed names of Octogenarian Nigerians whose birthdays were celebrated and didn’t die afterwards.


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I barely attend funerals, but the following week I spent three days at a burial of a distant relative in the village to observe how burials are done.

While there, people were condoling with me on the death of Udesco, my dad. One young educated woman screamed at me, “Why the birthday?” Stating that immediately she saw that on social media, she knew the man would die. I listed those Octogenarian names and asked her, “Why are they still living after the family celebrated their 80th birthday?” She was silent.

I feel sorry how people have been brainwashed to believe such a scrap.None of these people were close to my dad to feel his health status but are all out shouting ‘birthday killed him’ from afar.

He could have died in 2022 if not the fast actions taken and God also delayed him to witness his wishes in life. Read part 1 and 2 to understand better.

Some others came to condole with me and after the normal greetings asked what am I preparing for them on that day? I told them I have done everything I could while he was alive, I will bury him decently, no flamboyant spending.


“Ah!, you mean you will not keep hot drinks for us”? They abused me that I shouldn’t try such.

“Don’t you know you should have been saving money for years knowing that you will be the one to bury your dad?”

“Thank your God, your father built a house before he died, if not, you and your siblings will build a house before the funeral”

“Don’t ever say you will not do burial carnival for him, I spent N32million to bury my own mother”

“If you don’t have the money, sell one of your cars and use the money to bury your father”

“I don’t drink Hero or Star, make sure that Heineken is available that day”

“O ga-ato be gi? Others have been doing it, so it will not be different when it gets to your turn. Please do not disgrace us”.

“It is not good to just bury him like that ka ndi hausa, without ceremony. Make a big noise, kill at least 15 cows, break records and if you don’t have the money, borrow. You will be surprised you will make a lot of money after the burial”.

I confided in one that I have a medical challenge I need to focus on for now. He said, “Your father’s burial should be your priority for now. After the burial, you can then take care of yourself.

”I heard more that I could not put up here but in each of their utterances, I gave them the reason why I shouldn’t fall for their belief or burial lifestyle.

All that they said might be good but they should not impose them on me as if they are traditions and must be done.

Listening to my brother listing what and what to spend money on, I developed a headache. I asked, “Are all these compulsory?” He said, is it because I don’t go to functions and see what people do. I hands off.

I heard about, ‘Akwa ogo” for the first time, that if we don’t do ‘entertainment’ to inform them that our father is late, they won’t come for the burial.

Some have asked, “Won’t you print and send invitation cards to your friends for the funeral?” Must one wait for a special invitation to attend a funeral?

We have drifted so much away from the true meaning of burying the dead. Because a family has so much wealth to squander on funerals like Obi Cubana and friends did, you now made it a tradition that everyone should do the same or something similar.


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I know of a man not well taken care of while he was sick. When he died, the family said their papa must ride in a Jeep, so they borrowed money to contract Apams to do the usual funfair they do with a casket.

I rather use the money for the burial carnival or funfair to offset hospital bills of a discharged patient at the government hospital or support a startup whose enterprise is solving a problem in the society.

Ada Africa invests in the living not on the dead. I haven’t said you should do like me and don’t impose your own style on me either.

Let me conclude with this quote, “Let’s learn how to take care of our loved ones when they are alive and not waste money when they are dead.” - Anambra State Burial Law. The law that is only existing on paper.

Let Peace Reign!


©Udegboka, Nkechi Tessie (Ada Africa)

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The next day after his 80th birthday celebration, was the Thanksgiving Day for Msgr. Kieran Udegboka, his younger brother. It was also the day his Umunna gathered to kill and share the cow he gifted them. Many visitors came in to greet and wish him well. My dad like me hardly keeps a smiling face. Lol. We smile inwards.


He heard sounds of people interacting and making noise and asked who those were? I said they are ndi Umunna, so he asked to come and see them again. I led him out and his Umunna hailed and thanked him once again for the gift. He sat and watched them enjoy the delicacy and they sent his own share of the meal.


At night, he asked me about his nephews and nieces, whether they came around. I told him I was surprised to see them at the church but none of them showed up for your celebration. He asked, “O gini mere?” I told him what I heard recently of how they accused and insulted you years ago after all the support you gave the families. He said, "Ọ ihe ndị ahụ ha na kogheriri mgbe ahụ. It wasn’t their fault but the nwa dibia they consulted, but i have forgiven all of them".


On the 4th of January, he asked me, ‘O nwere ihe ọzọ fọrọ aga eme? (what else is still remaining?). I said nothing but he has to tell me whatever he wants and I will provide it. “Biko hapukene ihe ahụ ka mmadụ zuo ike” (please leave those things let somebody rest) he said.


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He is addicted to listening to radio like me, that night, for the first time, he said he doesn’t want to listen to radio. He enjoys taking medication unlike me, he refused to take his drugs.

I told my step-mum, this man has tried, he is going, his body doesn’t respond again. She shunned me to stop that kind of talk. I smiled and left her presence. She raised the issue of taking him to the hospital, I told them I have a project to execute at Sciencekafe Ojoto with Chinelo Okonkwo-Chukwunweike , so my sister came and took him to the hospital.


The day I was to return him to the city, he resisted standing up. His resistance to so many things got me angry that we are suffering this man. He wants to go and rest and we are forcing him to live.

On the 11th of January, I went to Morning Mass at St. Anthony of Padua Nkpor, requested for a sick call from the officiated priest. He said he was a visitor and hence cannot come. I pleaded with him the urgency, he said I should come back later in the day when the residential priests would have been out. I called Somto Akwuobi and he sent me the Parish Priest’s number. I spoke with him and he came for the sick call..


I returned to my new base, Igbo-ukwu that same day. They kept calling me day and night to come, I refused. The calls were too many including from Msgr. So I said rather than allow him die at home, I arranged for Shadrack Oniuku to take him to the hospital and I turned off my phone.


I turned on my phone on Sunday morning, my sister’s call came in later in the day and she asked if I’ve heard what happened? I said, you mean about papa’s death? She asked, “ah ah, how did you know?” I said NOBODY told me. I have been expecting the news. May his soul rest in peace!

I was told, he woke up that morning and asked, “What time it is?” after which he answered God’s call. This man and time keeping! Always on wrist watch even while sleeping. He can’t stay in a room or parlor without wall clock. Checking time every minute. Even at the point of death, he was checking time. Lol.

For two - three days, nobody heard about his death from me. I didn’t call anyone or make any post about his death. I was fulfilled the way he died.

WATCH OUT FOR THE CONCLUSIVE PART OF THE SERIES AND GET SHOCKED

ADA Africa Udegboka

 
 
 

The talk about my dad gifting my kindred a cow to mark his birthday came up, I wasn’t interested. Two weeks after my surgery in October 2022, I told my family I would be moving to Igboukwu to live there. They laughed it off, saying I would be the last person to stay in Igboukwu because they know I don’t go to the village.


I surprised them and moved to live in the village the upper week. While there, I didn’t like what I saw but told myself I will make the change. I returned to my family in the city and told my dad that we would celebrate him in December 2022. He said, ‘Ngwanu’ but added, how many of his kindred (Umunna) will come on that day.


I told him he will start practicing the dance steps he will dance for us on that day, and he will go to the studio and take birthday shots, he nodded without a word.

Renovation work at the family house in the village was already ongoing, I will return and he will ask to see the pictures of the work going on which I will show him. He was happy with what he saw and will say, thank you.


He will ask me about his Umunna and I will tell him, I don’t know, that I neither visit anyone nor anyone visits me. In fact, nobody knows I’m around as i always locked myself inside the compound. He frowned at such. He enquired about some individuals in his umunna from me, said it has been years he saw them. Sincerely, I don’t know those names and those people.



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I usually tease him about his then forth coming birthday and how he will perform for us. He will ask, who and who will come? I will list names and noticed that he was excited he will be meeting his Umunna, grand and great grandchildren he hasn’t seen before and others he hasn’t seen for over 7 years. He asked, “Chidi o ga anatakwa? Ebuka, o ga anatakwa” which I responded in affirmation. He said, “I will be alive to see all what you are planning and meet everyone because it has been years, after which I will retire”.

I said, what you mean. He asked, have I not tried? He called out names of those healthier or stronger than him that have all died.


The idea to wear asoebi to celebrate him came up, half of my siblings objected they will not wear because of what certain persons have said. I told them, you will not celebrate him publicly now that he is alive, when he dies, you will wear asoebi, dance around, celebrate the dead and not when he is alive and needs the bonding and joy.


Four days to his birthday, he refused to eat supper but asked me about Ogbuefi Igotuk which I failed to play Ogbuehi show for him, insisting he eats. That food he didn’t eat so by 1:30am, he started manifesting and I rushed him to the hospital late that night. I hid his condition from his only brother, Msgr. and my siblings.

He was discharged from the hospital on 30th Dec. and his birthday event was the next day, 31st. Immediately he sighted me and his grand child, Chiemerie at the hospital, he screamed with joy. I told him everyone was home waiting for him.

We arrived his compound, he asked where we are? I told him to look well before he finally realized that was his compound. He said everywhere has changed, he saw the cow he will gift his Umunna, he walked round the compound to see other things and was filled with awe.


He met his relations, grandchildren and his only brother, Msgr. He was looking good and had a long chat with all of them. That night I asked him if he was ready for tomorrow, he said, of course, though in a very soft spoken way.


The morning of the 31st, his birthday, he was elated to carry his great grandchild for the first time. We started the day with the Holy Mass to celebrate him and thank God for his life. Many of his Umunna came and he surprised them with the cow and yam, fowl and drinks from his grandchildren. His kindred prayed for him and his grandchildren. Everyone ate and danced.

At night, he asked me about Ogbuefii Main Market, which I played the show for him and we were all happy.


WATCH OUT FOR THE PART II HOW I STRANGLED HIM TO DEAD AFTER HIS BIRTHDAY. 😢

Ada Africa Udegboka

 
 
 
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