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BreakingNews 18/12/14 - There Was A Hero

BreakingNews 18/12/14 - There Was A Hero

[ Masterweb Reports: Uchendu Precious Onuoha, Masterweb Special Correspondent reports ] - “Fading away like the stars of the morning, loosing their light in the glorious sun-thus would we pass from the earth and its toiling, only remembered by what we have done”. Horatius Bonar (1808 – 1889). When Horatius wrote this song, he deeply thought about death, the end and leveler of all men. There was a hero whom we remember today for the things he did. Three years has gone byesincethe demise of a great man who lived from November 4, 1933 to November 26, 2011. One of the greatest lgbo, and Nigerian ever to grace the planet earth.  A man whose mere mention of his name could provoke lightning and thunder in the sky and could make the rainbow to appear in the cloud. He was the lion of the tribe of Igbo. A hero you would dare to enter into the lion´s den or walk into the valley of the shadow of death when you remember he was with you. The late Dim Emeka Odumegwu Ojukwu,  Ikemba Nnewi , Ezedioramma, and  Eze Igbo Gburugburu was a hero of his people.  In life he was the great Iroko tree. Even in death he towered above all. After death his greatness did not diminish as his name still rings bell.
 
Ojukwu was born with a silver spoon but he shunned to be dressed with the prince’s apparel and put on long robes and dwell in the palace of the king, but choose to identify with the poor and down trodden. His love and commitment for Ndigbo may never be equaled by any other. From 1966 -1969, Ojukwu,s love for Ndigbo compelled him to put his own life on the line to stop a genocide and annihilation of his own people, but endured a gruesome civil war when he would have lived in the affluence of his father’s wealth. Rather he stripped himself all these and sacrificed all to defend his own people. “Greater love has no one than this that one lay down his life for his friends”. (John 15: 13).
 
A fast moving intercity train full of passengers was on its way from one city to another. Not knowing the danger on the way. The bridge to its destination has collapsed. A man who saw the danger ahead of the train stood on the way before the hazardous point shouting and signaling the train to stop, but the train would not stop. The man was taken to be mad instead. Realizing the train wouldn’t heed to his warnings as it approached nearer, he threw himself on the railway and was crushed by the train. His action suddenly caused the train to stop. And the passengers came down wondering why the man should do that. But just few meters away from the scene, they sighted the collapsed bridge. They now realized they were headed to destruction if not for that man’s action. Those who realized that the man sacrificed his life to save them wept for their hero. They gathered his remains, each holding a piece saying, this is the remains of he who died for me. Ojukwu was to Ndigbo like the man in this story.
 
Heroes out of love die for the cause they believe in. And to say that Dim Odumegwu Ojukwu, a man who studied history and made history was an Igbo hero who believed in the cause of Ndigbo and stood in the gap for his people until death is like stating the obvious. Permit me to use this medium to pay tribute to my hero, a man I subscribe to his ideals, vision, and philosophy. Though he is gone yet he lives in me. The late Eze Igbo Gburugburu was like a mustard seed that grew to be a giant tree whose large branches offered shelter and became a sanctuary for birds of the air. Many of today’s Igbo now people and politicians rode to greatness through his wings. But many have turned the other way and have shunned the stepping point from where they ascended, yet have not kept their promise and loyalty to uphold the legacy of the hero.
 
As the third memorial anniversary of one of the greatest Igbo hero that ever lived is recently been observed by his widow, family, and those who recognize and acknowledge what he stood for, I would like to recall some excerpts from his speech in commemoration of his 64th birthday at the main bowel of the prestigious National theater Iganmu Lagos. To those who may have ascended to greatness through him but now seem to dash the board and to the generality of Ndigbo here his voice saying;
 



“Because of you, I fought a three year bitter war
Because of you, I impoverished myself to buy you protection
Because of you, I stood while others crouched
Because of you, I endured thirteen years of bitter exile
Ndigbo I have paid my dues”.
Indeed Ojukwu paid his dues for Ndigbo, and you owe him no better honour than to immortalize him by upholding his legacy. There was a hero.
 
*Photo Caption: Chief (aka People's Servant) Charles O. Okereke( left ), Late Chief (General - rtd.) Chukwuemeka Odumegwu Ojukwu( right ).