
Obidigbo Uzoamaka Gloria (née Okenwa)
December 27, 1962 – May 19, 2025




Biography of Obidigbo Uzoamaka Gloria (née Okenwa)
She was a woman of profound faith, honored with the title “Ezinne” in her church, a recognition fitting for a good mother and virtuous woman. She found joy in praying, singing, cooking, and dressing elegantly, always ready to offer counsel and comfort to anyone in need.
Proverbs 31:10
She will be remembered as a pillar of strength, a bright beacon of love, and a soul filled with joy and generosity. Her compassionate spirit and unwavering support touched countless lives.
1 Corinthians 13:4
Her prayers were powerful, and her words of encouragement were like a balm to the soul, providing solace and strength to all who heard them. She radiated a comforting presence, leaving a lasting impact on those she touched.
James 5:16
Her legacy lives on through the lives she nurtured, the profound values she instilled, and the immeasurable love she gave. She was deeply cherished and will be forever missed, her influence continuing to resonate.
Proverbs 22:6
First Daughter
Mummy, you were my best friend, my safe place, and the one person who believed in me even, when I didn’t believe in myself. Watching you raise us alone after Daddy died taught me what real strength looks like. You carried our world on your shoulders and made it feel weightless for us.
You gave your last, even when you had nothing. You fed people like it was your ministry, and you smiled through every hardship, lifting others even when you needed lifting.
I still hear your voice in my head—praying, encouraging, correcting, loving. Thank you for teaching me to pray. Thank you for teaching me to rise. I will miss you every single day of my life. I love you, Mummy.
Second Daughter
You were our everything, Mummy. You weren’t just our mother—you were our father, our teacher, our counsellor, and our light. Even in pain, you carried yourself with beauty, grace, and strength that humbled everyone around you.
Your laughter could brighten the darkest day, and your food could heal the deepest sadness. You gave all you had—and then gave more.
Your sacrifices paved our paths, and your love made us whole. I’ll miss our late-night talks, your endless prayers over my life, and the way you always knew just what to say. You’ll always be my biggest inspiration. Rest well, Queen Mother.
Youngest Daughter
Mummy, how do I live in a world without you? You were my comfort, my backbone, my loudest cheerleader. Every time I stumbled, you were there—with love and truth—never letting me forget who I am.
You taught me how to love God, how to be kind, and how to give without holding back. You always said, “Do good and keep moving,” and that’s how you lived.
You loved us fiercely and deeply, and every sacrifice you made built the woman I’m becoming. I miss your hugs, your songs, your dancing in the kitchen. I miss everything. Thank you for being my mother. I’ll carry you in my heart forever.