Tribute To Our Late Great And Lovely Mother, Princess Margaret Isekhuamon Uadiale (Nee Ugbesia)

The sorrow and pains of losing one’s parents, especially a mother, is to the extreme and an emotionally severe one. There is something unique about one’s mother that is unexplainable and inexpressible, a vacuum that can never be filled.

Princess Margaret Isekhuamon Uadiale (Née Ugbesia) was a mother to all, a quiet Queen with a Legacy Eternal, lives and reigned from 1936 to 2024, the year of our Lord.

The journey of our late lovely mother, Princess Margaret Isekhuamon Uadiale (Née Ugbesia) started in the year 1936 when she was born into a unique and joyous family of Pa Abumhere Ugbesia and Madam Veronica Edomhen.

Princess Margaret Isekhuamon Uadiale was a nobility not just by birth, but by her ways of life through humility, grace and quiet strength.

Though that she never had opportunity for formal education, she was a passionate lover of learning and a fierce believer in the power of education, hence, through sacrifices and determination, offered to her Six exceptional children who today had become pillars in ministries, academia, and professional fields.

She was also blessed with five daughters in-laws, son in-law and by the special grace of God Almighty, Sixteen grandchildren and four great grandchildren amongst whom are; Dr. Sylvester Uadiale, Son, Prof. Rev. Michael Uadiale, Son, Rev. Victor Amanluoghe, Son, Deacon. Ben Uadiale, Son and Pastor Charles Amanluoghe, Son.

Others are both daughters and son in-laws; Barrister. Mrs. Sandra Ighalo (Née Uadiale), Daughter, Dr. (Mrs.) Noja Uvwo Uadiale, Rev (Mrs.) Ammehabasi Victorpraise Amanluoghe, Deaconess. Courage Amanluoghe, Mrs. Theresa Uadiale, Engr. Samuel Ighalo and Mrs. Patience Okpere Uadiale.

But her motherhood extended far beyond biology. She was A MOTHER TO ALL. Her arms were open, her heart was wide, and her counsel was trusted by many. She mothered with grace, fed with love, corrected with wisdom, and covered with prayer.

Though life brought its share of trials and tough times, her unwavering faith, deep love for God, compassion for people, and resilient spirit kept her anchored. She did not bend to adversity; rather, she rose above it with quiet strength and enduring hope.

Reserved in nature but rich in relationships, Princess Margaret built strong bonds that lasted a lifetime. She didn’t need the limelight: her legacy was in her love, her prayers, and the seeds she sowed in others. She was a true Proverbs 31 woman: dignified, generous, and deeply devoted to her family and her God.

Her joy was complete when surrounded by her grandchildren, whom she adored and defended passionately. She was protective, nurturing, and always present with a listening ear and an open heart. Princess Margaret Isekhuamon Uadiale lived a life of purpose, faith, and love. Her impact is etched in the hearts of all who knew her. She was a quiet force, a faithful servant, and a beautiful soul who has now returned to her heavenly crown.

“Her children rise up and call her blessed: her husband also, and he praises her.” – Proverbs 31:28. Lovingly remembered by the Uadiale family and all who called her Mama.

Tributes from the Sons, Daughter, Daughters-In-Laws, Son-in-law and grand and great grandchildren amongst whom are:

Tribute By: Michael Uadiale, FCA, CRM, CGMA

To My Unsung Heroine.
In loving memory of my mother… my first love, my quiet strength, my eternal cheerleader. Writing about you, Ma, is like trying to capture the scent of rain or the warmth of a mother’s hug in words—it’s almost impossible.

To speak of you is to tell the story of everything that shaped me, everything that steadied me, everything that still holds me up today. As a child, I remember you rising before the sun—the first to awaken in our home. With graceful hands and unwavering resolve, you swept, washed, cooked, and prepared my elder brother and me for school long before anyone else stirred. Your standard of cleanliness was unmatched. Dirt was your enemy, and your intolerance for mess was legendary.

Ironically, I inherited that trait—and yes, it got me into trouble with you more than a few times. In my teenage years, I began to see the depth of your strength beneath your gentle smile. You were never loud, never demanding, never boastful. But oh, how strong you were. Life threw storms at you that could have broken the hardest of hearts, but you stood unshaken.

You weathered them all with a grace I still strive to emulate. You gave yourself completely and freely to everyone who crossed your path. In your humility, you asserted your royal lineage, though you were a princess through and through—both by blood and by bearing. It wasn’t your title that made you noble; it was your heart.

And yet, as meek as you were, a lioness in you would rise fiercely when it came to us-your children, your grandchildren, and anyone blessed to call you “Mom.” In those moments, nothing else mattered to you but our safety, our peace, our dignity.

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I cannot remember the exact day you gave your life to Christ. What I do remember is that when you did, you gave Him everything—your heart, your hands, your strength, your time. You served with such joy and surrender, whether cleaning the church or praying silently in the corner. You taught me that true greatness is found in service.

Your generosity? It had no bounds. If someone needed it, you gave it. If it brought someone joy, you gave it—even if it was your last. You taught me that giving wasn’t about how much we had, but about how much love we carried in our hearts.

Mom, I called you my Heroine because you were everything I ever wanted to be. My dream was to shower you with every luxury the world had to offer. To take you around the world. To give you the best of everything just to say, “Thank you.”
If I carry any regret, it’s that the world never truly got to see the fullness of who you were. I wanted to build monuments in your name. Start foundations. Give you your flowers while you could still smell them. But you were never one for the spotlight—you just wanted to live and be loved.

Now all I have are memories and lessons… and your legacy in me. I will always miss you, Mama. I miss calling your name. I miss hearing your laugh. But I take comfort in knowing that you rested well, after running your race with excellence.

You gave all, loved all, and left us better. Your legacy is carved into my soul—your resilience, humility, strength, and unmatched love. Rest now, my Queen, forever. Heaven gained what the earth was never worthy of. Forever your son.

Tributes By Dr. Sylvester Uadiale

The matriarch of the family and the gentle giant, as she is frequently called, is now in the hands of the Almighty, who knows what is best for all humans. You are gone, but not without leaving your children and those who love you, the most outstanding values of endurance and peace.

During your lifetime, the exhibition of endurance manifested in all undertakings you participated in. I witnessed one example of these characteristics growing up with you by ensuring that when you could have deserted your marriage to your late husband due to family turbulence filled with lies, hatred, and unfounded rhetoric towards you, you endured and stayed in the marriage for the sake of taking care of my welfare and also to my siblings. Who will I look up to now that the Lord has called you to your final resting place? Oh, Mama, I can only find solace by living by your exemplary ways of dealing with whatever circumstances I face.

Peace is ensured by showing calmness and respect. During your lifetime, you embraced peace in all undertakings. When there is peace, humans can achieve unimaginable possibilities. Your display of this quality will leave an indelible mark on me and will never be forgotten.

Thank you Mom, for instilling these qualities into me. You are gone, but your teachings and lessons of life will remain forever. Mommy, you are gone, but these values you upheld during your lifetime are like a burning Olympic flame. I will apply them to all facets of my dealings and approaches to life. Thank you, Mom, for sharing your endurance and peaceful time with me.

The Lord Almighty knows the best way to take you away from us, and perhaps the Lord wants you to impact your values on other followers in your new home. Rest in Peace, Mama, and bye until we meet again.

Tribute by: Rev. Victor Amaluoghe

Many speak of their mothers in glowing terms, and they mean it in all honesty, from the bottom of their hearts. Based on this, I am hesitant to go into discourse with them about the possibility that they had no way to measure and come to this conclusion. The truth is that this is their reality and remains so.

My mother is my mother, and incomparably so. I am blessed—indeed very blessed—to have come from her womb. Anyone who was privileged to meet her in her lifetime can testify that she was a woman with a heart of gold.

She was an epitome of humility, selflessness, and genuine love for people. Growing up, I watched her voluntarily go to every house on our street in Warri to bathe and massage newborn babies out of love. She was hospitable. She won the hearts of many through these acts.

She was pro-people. Mama was a mother to all members of every local church she worshipped at, including the pastors and children. Till date, underaged children in her local assembly who don’t fully understand her passing still ask their parents about Mama’s whereabouts and when she’s coming back. Everyone who met her can honestly admit having experienced an extraordinary feeling—the sense that a human being could be so flesh and yet so heavenly.

My mother was what a French man would describe as a “Mother of excellence.” Mama placed her children, later her grand and great-grandchildren, above her own needs. She lived a simple, sincere, and sacrificial life. Her name was never mentioned in a place of shame.

Her children are mighty upon the earth in their chosen fields of endeavor. Her children sit at the gates in their various locations with the confidence of having been well brought up. Life is a tapestry of choices.

Tribute By Ben Uadiale

Although gone, in my heart, you live forever. Your memory and spirit continually echo. Your demise was a blow and devastating to my family. I wish I could reverse the clock and wipe away August from my mind. I dearly miss you, but the Almighty knows better. You were pure, loving, and kind. May your legacy and values reign forever. Goodbye and rest in peace.

I recall the day you gathered five of us in your room to reassure us that you were with us, no matter what condition we found ourselves in at that moment. It’s a picture I can never forget. You kept your word to us through thick and thin.

You were there for us. One cannot help but acknowledge the wholehearted sacrifice you made to secure an emotionally balanced future for your children. I could go on and on… all of us who called you “mum” both biologically and by choice have been exceptionally privileged by God to have been groomed and impacted by you. We miss you, Mama.

Adieu, an exemplary wife of our late father, home builder, rallying point in the family, Mama Pastors, Professor, Lawyer. Matriarch of the Joseph Amanluoghe Clan, Double Princess Margaret Uadiale, née Ugbeshia, you are forever in our hearts. “The righteous shall be in everlasting remembrance.” Psalm 112:6.

A Tribute to My Mother — Barrister Sandra Uadiale Ighalo Esq. – Daughter

It is with both a full heart and quiet sorrow that I rise to honor my mother—my first home, my love, and the gentlest soul I have ever known. As her only daughter, the privilege of having her in life has been mine, and it is a bond I will cherish for all of my days.

My mother possessed a spirit that was uniquely hers—childlike in the most beautiful sense of the word. She approached the world with wide-eyed wonder, finding joy in the simplest things. There was no pretense in her—only purity, authenticity, and the kind of innocence that is rare and precious in this world.

I remember fondly making jest of her so many times, but she just chuckles without paying me any mind.
She lived with grace—not the kind taught in etiquette books, but the natural kind, that comes from a deep well of humility, kindness, and unwavering faith. My mother never sought the spotlight.

Instead, she found contentment in small things and gave love in great measure. She had a quiet strength that carried those around her, even when she bore her own burdens in silence. These are the greatest virtues she deposited in me. And how she loved to dance.

Whether it was a spontaneous twirl in the kitchen or a graceful sway to music only she could hear, her movements were a reflection of her joy, her freedom, and her enduring youthfulness. Dancing was her way of praying, of celebrating life, of saying, “I am still here, and I am still me.” In those moments, she was timeless.

There was a softness in her laugh and a light in her eyes that made even strangers feel seen. She gave without hesitation, forgave without condition, and loved without end. Her simplicity was not a lack of depth, but a clarity of purpose—she knew what mattered, and she never wavered from it.

Her tears when l venture away from her and every time we said goodbye are still haunting right from the tender age of eight. Yet it was the same lack of tears from her when l last saw her that made me realize this was the last time l will see her alive. I felt it, and I knew it was only a matter of time.

As I move forward in this world without her physical presence, I carry her in every step I take. I will continue to dance when I hear some of her favorite songs, to speak gently when the world is harsh, and to live simply, fully, and gracefully—just as she bestowed in me. I have been privileged to have many mothers, but she was my malé and MOTHER.

My mirror. My guide. My greatest gift. And she will always be with me. Adieu Mama!!!

Tribute By Charles Amanluoghe

It has been difficult getting myself to write a tribute for you, my mum. It’s just like yesterday; you will forever remain fresh in my memories.
I love and will always love you. You are kind, warm, patient, and ever accommodating to all and sundry. You never discriminated against anyone.

You loved us, your children, in the same way and more as you loved your daughters-in-law. You extended the same love to our friends and all connected to your children—there were no barriers. You held the Amanluoghe clan together with the attention you showed to all of late Dad’s numerous children. There was no difference, regardless of the moms.

You especially loved and devoted so much of your time to me, my wife, and children—Olu, Ose, and Success (Bose, as you usually called her). You practically raised them up to the point where the community hardly knew we had children because they were always with you. You were just too excellent.
You were impeccably neat and clean, and we learned that from you, my sweet mom.

I miss your excellent touch in my home. Your meals were super excellent, always prepared with love. I suppose that is why they were always delicious.
Your prayer life and blessings on us are evidently seen in all we do. You were devoted fully to the Lord and always looked forward to being in service at all times. Thank you for pointing us in the direction of the Lord.

Thank you, mom, for your patience with us, your children, and daughters-in-law. You made living as a nuclear family possible. You were quick to forgive, as being right or wrong was never an issue for you. All you always wanted was peace! And you taught us how to live in peace.

You went through some really tough times—physically and emotionally—but you were kept together by the help of the Holy Spirit. I am grateful to God that you could go through those extremely tough moments for us. I love you more when your resilience and doggedness stories filter into my ears, even though I witnessed some growing up.

I slept with you, on the same bed for so many years beyond babyhood stage, until I was “chased” off your room. Mom, your “Odalo” (the name you fondly called me) misses you greatly! I know you are with the Lord. Rest on, Mom! Moda-4-All. I pause for now until we meet to part no more!!

Tribute By: Dr. Mrs. Noja Uvwo Uadiale – Daughter-In-law

How do you describe someone whose love changed your life? Someone who danced through life with joy, laughed like the world was always beautiful, and carried God’s presence in every step she took? That someone was my mother-in-love. My Mama. “Malleshows.”

The queen of our hearts, and the joy in our home. From the moment I entered her son’s life, she embraced me—not as a daughter-in-law, but simply as her daughter. She never once made me feel like an outsider. Instead, she wrapped me in her love and called me her own. And I did the same. She wasn’t just a part of my life; she became an inseparable part of my soul.

Mama didn’t need much to be happy. A warm room filled with family, a praise song in the air, and she would break into one of her signature dance steps—smiling, clapping, full of joy.

That’s why I called her “Malleshows”—because she was the life of every moment, the show in the celebration, and the heart of our home. She was with us for just four years in California, but the mark she left will last a lifetime. In those years, she didn’t just live—she loved.

She touched lives. She prayed for others. She danced through trials. She left a trail of joy behind her. At our church, Shiloh Oakland, her legacy lives on. People still talk about her—not just because she loved God, but because she lived God.

She loved people deeply, smiled often, and radiated kindness. She was ever happy—a true embodiment of grace and gratitude. Mama was fiercely loyal. If you were her child, her loved one, or her grandchild, you had a defender for life. You dare not say one wrong word about her own—you would meet the lioness in her. That side of her knew how to protect with passion and power. Her love was bold, fearless, and never in question.

I miss her deeply. I miss her hugs, her stories, her smile. But I know she lives on—in every joyful memory, every lesson she taught, and in every life she touched. Thank you, Mama, for loving me like your own. Thank you for showing me the strength in softness, the power in kindness, and the beauty of a life fully lived in love. Rest in eternal peace, Mama. You were—and always will be—the show of our hearts.

She was the best grandma, affectionate, prayerful, fun-loving, and always present. Her grandchildren adored her, and she adored them even more. They knew they had a champion in her, someone who loved loudly, laughed freely, and stood solidly in their corner. She embraced my biological family as her own. My parents were no longer “In-laws”; they became her FAMILY. My mom became her sister. She broke every boundary with love and built bridges with kindness. That’s just who she was.

We prayed together. We laughed together. We danced together. And yes, we lovingly ganged up on her son, my husband, often, and she would giggle like a schoolgirl. Those moments are now etched into my soul forever. Mama taught me that strength is quiet, joy is loud, and real love leaves no room for fear or boundaries. Her absence aches. But her love still surrounds us. Her prayers still cover us. Her legacy still guides us.

Rest well, Mama AKA “Malieshows.” Heaven is brighter, louder, and happier now that you are home. We will carry your joy, your faith, and your fierce love with us always. With all my love, Forever your daughter.

Tribute by Rev. (Mrs.) Ammehabasi Victor- Daughter-In-law

Today we are gathered to honor an extraordinary woman, the matriarch of Joseph Amanluoghe’s family—Double Princess Margaret Uadiale. I guess the best way to describe her is by taking a look at what she, alongside her husband, Pa Joseph Amanluoghe Uadiale (of blessed memory), produced: her children—five great men and an Amazon.

You accepted me, not just as a daughter-in-law, but as your own biological daughter. You practically showed me that FAMILY is not just a word, but that it is our essence, our very being. Mama was passionately committed to praying for the welfare of her children, grand and great-grandchildren, on a daily basis. Thank you for accepting and loving me as your own.

Your love for me and all who came to know you was genuine, sincere, and unparalleled. You are greatly missed. You are forever in our hearts.

Tribute By Deaconess Courage Amanluoghe

I celebrate an amazing woman of God, who was the epitome of beauty physically and spiritually—my very own lya Bulky. I never wanted this season to come, where I would be paying tribute to you or writing about you and all I enjoyed as a daughter-in-law to you.

Where do I start? Words really fail me to express how I feel about you. I can’t believe you have gone and that you are watching over me, your sunshine son, and the amazing children the Lord has blessed us with.

You are one of GOD’S finest women I have known—a unique blend of steel and silk. Yes, you are—soft & adorable, strong-willed & gentle, resilient & vulnerable, determined & empathetic, courageous & compassionate.

I know the past months have been incredibly tough for me, especially living without you in the house, and my heart still aches for you. But even in the midst of sorrow, your strength and trust in GOD inspire me. Know that you are loved and will always remain in my heart!

Every interaction with you was built on a foundation of love, integrity, and sincerity. My gist partner, you told me things no one else knows. Thank you so much for trusting me and making me your friend.

Thank you for the shared joy of laughter and all our funny moments together. Even in times of frustration and pain, you stood by me and always encouraged me. Your words may have been few sometimes, but they were always grounded in truth. Every interaction with you was built on a foundation of love, integrity, obedience, diligence, and sincerity.

It’s been months since you relocated your base. This has been my longest time of wishing, asking, wondering, and expecting… My emotions are all over the place. Sometimes, I laugh hard, sometimes I smile, stay still, or cry. My appetite disappeared when you left, but thank God for the members of Christ Embassy Warri Ministry Center and the calls and text messages every day to check on me. Some of my dearest friends have been by my side.

I refused to go into your room for months now because I could not withstand your fragrance that still lingers in the room. I give God the glory that in your last days I was with you, and you repeatedly gave your life to God.

Each time in the hospital, I asked you to confess the lordship of Jesus Christ, which you did. I know you are in heaven right now. We shall meet again, dear mother of all. Every time I see the things you asked me to buy for you—or the gifts I gave you—I feel this deep pain. You were such a great company. We all enjoyed you, especially my family, and that’s why missing you feels not just hard but impossible.

I’m left holding onto happy memories we shared together, but they don’t quite fill the gap. They don’t satisfy the way your presence did. Now, we can only rely on God’s help, today and always. That’s my posture right now.

Tribute By Theresa Uadiale – Daughter-In-law

Grandma, your words of encouragement have been so helpful to me. She is a good mother-in-law, a shining star, a beacon of hope, a virtuous woman, a compassionate and generous person. Her selflessness is an inspiration to others; she fed the hungry and welcomed strangers. Not partial but always considerate and highly dedicated to motherhood. Her presence will be greatly missed, and may your soul rest in PERFECT PEACE.

Heartfelt Tribute to my mother-in-law – Engr. Sammy Ighalo, Son-in-law

Today, I want to honor a woman who left an indelible mark on my heart, even though our time together was far too brief—my mother-in-law. She was a sweet, gentle, and kind soul, the kind of person whose warmth you could feel even in the smallest gestures. I didn’t get the chance to bond with her as deeply as I would have liked, but in the moments we shared, her grace and simplicity shone through.

She had a special way of making me feel part of her world, often calling me “my in-law” with a playful affection that always brought a smile. And yes, there were times she’d gently nudge me to send her a little money—not because she truly needed it, but perhaps because it was her way of keeping that connection alive, a quiet reminder of her presence in our lives.

It was endearing, a quirk that I’ll always remember with fondness.
Her life was beautifully uncomplicated, a testament to the power of living with authenticity and love. She didn’t chase grandiosity; instead, she found joy in the everyday, in the relationships she nurtured and the kindness she spread. And yet, for all its simplicity, hers was an accomplished life—measured not in accolades, but in the love she gave and the peace she carried.

She will be missed, deeply and truly. But as I reflect on her, I find comfort in knowing that her gentle spirit lives on—in the memories we hold, in the stories we’ll tell, and in the quiet strength she passed down to those she loved. Rest well, dear mother-in-law. Your sweetness and simplicity will never be forgotten. Rest on, Mama!

Tribute By Patience Uadiale

As we gather to remember and celebrate the life of a woman who brought so much joy, warmth, and love into this world—my beautiful mother-in-law—Mama was a radiant soul, a woman whose presence would light up any room she entered.

With her infectious laughter and ever-present smile, she had the remarkable ability to turn ordinary moments into memories we will cherish forever. I will always treasure the moments when she’d call me her “beautiful daughter,” a term of endearment that always made me feel seen and loved.

Her words of wisdom, though simple, were always profound, and she had this special way of offering advice that felt like a gentle embrace.

Music was constant in her life. Mama would sing—whether it was a soft melody as she went about her day or a joyous tune shared with those around her. The sound of her voice, often lighthearted and full of spirit, will forever echo in our hearts.

What I will remember most is how she was never mad. She had a heart full of grace and kindness. There was never a moment where you felt anything but warmth and acceptance in her presence. Her gentleness and patience were unmatched.

Her love for her family, especially the children, was pure and unwavering. I can still see her playing with them, laughing, and creating those beautiful bonds that only a grandmother can create. Those moments of joy and togetherness will live on in our hearts forever.

With Mama around, there was never a dull moment. She was a constant source of light, joy, and love. Her laughter, her advice, and the way she made each of us feel that we mattered will never be forgotten.

Mama was a genuine, precious soul—a gift to all who had the privilege of knowing her. We will miss her deeply, but we carry her spirit within us, always. Rest in peace, Mama! Owicha nomhonse, as she always called me!

Tribute By Sophia Uadiale

There are few words that can fully capture the essence of a grandmother—a woman whose love knows no bounds, whose wisdom is infinite, and whose presence is a comforting embrace in times of joy and sorrow alike. My grandmother was more than just a family matriarch; she was the heart and soul of our home, a guiding light in our lives, and a testament to strength, grace, and unconditional love.

Though she is no longer with us in body, her spirit remains in every cherished memory, every shared tradition, and every act of love we continue in her honor. Her legacy is one of love, resilience, and unwavering faith—a legacy that we will carry forward with pride and gratitude.

Grandmother, you may be gone from our sight, but never from our hearts. We miss you dearly, and we honor your life by living with the love, kindness, and grace that you so effortlessly embodied.

Tribute By Ituah Uadiale

You cannot put a price on everything, and certainly not on peace. Naturally, we look for role models in our lives and usually try our hardest to imitate our role models. More importantly, we learn the character of those we choose to imitate and gain a better understanding of how our lives are impacted. Grandma was a tremendous woman and exuded love and care for others.

I remember Grandma cooking breakfast for me and my siblings every morning before we headed off to school. As a young kid, I had an initial fear that my mom being away at work would mess up the morning and breakfast routine rhythm. However, she had a unique way of making the puzzle fit; she was truly a second mom.

More importantly, it became clear that she truly cared and had a very pure heart that allowed her to bring peace and joy to others. In addition, Grandma was curious and wanted to know why certain things worked the way they did. We were able to connect through everyday things that were simple to me, yet complex to her.

All things in life have a purpose, whether big or small, and Grandma was able to help me realize that at an early age. The young must be humble enough and willing to listen to the old, as a sign of respect and to gain a deeper perspective of life itself.

She helped me establish an important mantra in my life at an early age, which is: “You listen to teach and teach to reach.” Meaning, impacting the lives of others goes beyond going through the motions; reaching requires purity of the heart and an unmatched genuineness. Grandma, thank you for the life lessons at an early age and your pure heart and love. It’s never goodbye but see you later.

Your time here on earth has ended; however, every end is the start of a new beginning. Heaven is certainly brighter today, and I know you are watching over all of us. May you rest in peace.

Tribute By: Akuekegbe Uadiale

Today, we come together to honor and remember my grandma, a woman whose life was defined by love, kindness, and an unwavering joy that touched the hearts of everyone she encountered. My memories of her are filled with warmth—whether it was in the kitchen, where she lovingly prepared meals with us, or those simple moments when she would walk with me to school. Her presence always brought a sense of peace and comfort.

Grandma had a way of making everything feel special. Even the most ordinary days seemed brighter with her around. Her infectious laughter, her gentle touch, and her ability to find joy in the small things made her someone everyone loved to be around. She truly had a heart of gold, always putting others first, and her home was a place of warmth, care, and comfort.

She had an extraordinary gift for making everyone feel valued. Her love was unconditional, and her support was constant. She always knew how to make you smile, how to lift your spirits, and how to remind you that no matter what, you were loved. Whether she was telling stories, sharing wisdom, or simply being present, her energy brought light into our lives that we will carry with us forever.
Even as we say goodbye, I know her spirit will never leave us.

Grandma’s love and joy will live on in the countless memories she created with each of us. She will always be a part of our lives, shaping who we are and guiding us with the lessons she taught us through her kindness, patience, and strength. We are so lucky to have had her in our lives, and we will cherish her memory every day. Rest in peace, Grandma. You will forever be in our hearts, and your love will never be forgotten.

Tribute By: Ezhioghode Uadiale
Losing my grandma feels like losing a part of myself. She wasn’t just family; she was my heart. My safe place. My home in human form. There was never a time in my life when I didn’t feel her love wrapped around me like a blanket. And I know I will carry that love with me for the rest of my life.

She was a strong woman, one of the strongest I’ve ever known. Not just in the way she held her family together or stood firm in her beliefs, but in the quiet power of how she loved.

Her strength was the kind that didn’t have to shout. It showed up in every action, every sacrifice, every soft word she spoke when someone was hurting, every boundary she set to protect the people she cared about. I’ve been told so many times that when I was a baby, she didn’t let anyone touch me. She held me close, and that was that. No one else was getting near her baby.

Even then, I think she knew we had something special. A bond that would only grow deeper with time. She was fiercely protective of me, and I felt that in everything she did. She was my shield, even when I was too small to understand what she was protecting me from.

She was so beautiful, inside and out. There was this light in her—so gentle, so warm—that made everyone feel welcome. She had a kind of elegance that didn’t come from clothes or makeup, but from the way she carried herself, the way she smiled, the way she made people feel seen. Whether she was humming a song while cooking or sitting quietly beside you during hard times, she made everything feel softer, easier, and safer.

Grandma was the one who always knew when something was wrong—even when I didn’t say a word. She had this intuition, this sense, like she could read my heart without needing to ask a single question. She never pried. She just knew. And she held space for me with patience, with grace, and with a kind of unconditional love that I don’t know if I’ll ever find again.

She made the ordinary feel sacred. Whether it was the way she folded laundry, made her tea, or told me stories from her past, it was all done with such care. And when she loved you, you felt it—in your bones, in your spirit. Her love was never halfway. It was full, steady, and endless.

I don’t think I ever realized how much she shaped me until now. Her strength lives in me. Her gentleness too. The way I care for others, the way I protect the people I love, the way I hold space for things I don’t yet have the words for—it’s all her. She taught me how to love deeply, how to stand tall, and how to stay soft even when the world gets hard.

I miss her more than I can even explain. I miss her voice, her stories, her hugs that always felt like home. I miss hearing her say my name in that special way only she did. I miss knowing that no matter what else was going on in the world, I had her in my corner—rooting for me, praying for me, loving me the way only she could.

But I know she’s still with me. I feel her in the quiet moments, in the way the light filters through the window, in the smell of her favorite meal, in the little things she used to say that now echo in my head like a gentle reminder to keep going. To keep being who she knew I could be.

Grandma, thank you. Thank you for your protection, your patience, your love, your strength, your softness, your everything. You were my angel here on Earth—and now you’re my angel watching over me. I hope you’re resting peacefully, I hope you know how much you were loved. And I hope I make you proud. I love you, forever and always.

Tribute By: Osewanne Uadiale

We gather here today to honor and celebrate the life of my grandmother, a woman whose presence left an imprint on the lives of so many. Though words will never fully capture all that she was today, we hold onto the memories, the warmth, and the quiet strength she carried with her every day.

Grandma had a way of making people feel at home, whether through the simple comfort of a warm meal, a gentle smile, or a story told in just the right way. She moved through life with grace, not demanding attention but earning love and admiration simply by being herself.

She had her own little traditions, the kind that, over time, become the fabric of a family’s story. Maybe it was the way she made tea just the right way, the hum of her favorite song in the background of a quiet afternoon, or the way she always seemed to know when you needed a little extra kindness.

Though time moves forward, pieces of her remain with us, in the stories shared at family gatherings, in the lessons she passed down without even realizing it, and in the quiet moments where we feel her love still lingering. Grandma may no longer be with us in person, but her love, her warmth, and her spirit remain. And in that, she is never truly gone. Rest in peace, Grandma.

Tribute by: Michael Uadiale Jr.

Male-Shows’ woman whose heart was a boundless well of love and happiness. To know Mama was to feel the warmth of her spot, to be wrapped in the kind of embrace that made the world feel right again. She was a beacon of light, a force of nature, and a testament with an unshakable thirst for life.

Mama loved to dance. Oh, how she danced! No matter what burdens the day carried, no matter what storms she faced, she found a rhythm and beat only she could bear—and moved with a grace and fire that lifted everyone around her. Her dancing was not just steps; it was her way of saying, “Life is here, and I’m going to live it.

“You could see her, swaying and shaking, her laughter filling the room, inviting us all to join in joy and dance. That even in the hardest moments, there are treasures etched in our hearts, reminding us that a dance is always waiting to be found.

She was a warrior too, brave and unyielding when it came to her family. Mama would’ve taken on the whole world if anyone dared to mess with her children or grandchildren. Her shield was strong and unwavering, protecting us with strength that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than this earth. She taught us what it means to stand tall, to fight for those we love, and to never back down when it matters most.

Through him, I was given the greatest gift—my class, who carries her heart, strength, and goodness. Mama poured so much of herself into raising him, into shaping a family seated in love and resilience. She showed all of us that peace is the better path, even when the fight feels tempting.

Her wisdom was quiet but powerful, guiding us to choose kindness, to seek understanding, and to build bridges where walls might’ve stood.

Losing you feels like a hole words can’t fill. The silence where her laughter used to be, the stillness where her dancing once tapped the room—this ache is something words can’t fully express. But even in this grief, I feel her with us. I feel her love, her joy, her strength in every instant we share because of her. Rest in peace, Mama. We love you.

Tribute by: Ehidebamen Uadiale
All my life, I’ve been told that I walk like my grandmother. That her essence is captured in the swing and length of my arms. All too often when I enter a room, I hear my mom shout, “Madaggiilee.” I’m also told that I sneeze like my grandmother—loud and time-stopping, echoing through the walls of any establishment.

I’m grateful to know that I get to carry her with me in the fiber of my being. She carried my father for 9 months, not knowing the legacy she would deposit on earth would go beyond that baby boy. Her dancing, her walk, her sneeze, the way her long arms dangled at her side, the way her eyes squinted when she was intoxicated with laughter—traits that I see etched across the lives of the unique family she created.

Her fingerprint solidified through all time. As she got older, it became harder to communicate, but one phrase that was unfailingly on her lips was, “I love you.” Her care for me surmounted any barrier, whether that be language, distance, or shaky WhatsApp service. Thank you for all that you gave this world, Grandma. I hope that you know you changed it for the better. I love you forever.

Tribute by: Ehizodje Uadiale

Dear Moma, I miss you so much. I’ll always cherish your smile, your laughter, and the stories you shared about my dad. You always made me laugh and smile. One of my favorite things about you was your love for dancing, and I know you’re dancing in heaven now. I wish we could see each other one last time.

My heart aches with how much I miss you, but I’m glad knowing you’re no longer in pain. Thank you for being my grandma. I love you deeply.

Tribute By: Ivienogie Mercy Uadiale – Your Granddaughter

Tribute to a Matriarch: A Celebration of Selflessness and Love To an extraordinary woman, a pillar of strength, and a beacon of hope, I pay this heartfelt tribute. My grandmother, a paragon of virtue, has left an indelible mark on the lives of everyone she touched. Her kindness knew no bounds, her generosity was legendary, and her compassion was inspiring.

She embodied the essence of selflessness, always putting the needs of others before her own. Her door was always open, her table always spread, and her heart always welcoming.
With a work ethic that would put the most industrious to shame, she toiled tirelessly to provide for her family.

Her hands, though worn and weary, never ceased to create, nurture, and care. She was the rock upon which her family was built, the glue that held them together.

But her love and generosity didn’t stop at her family. She had a heart for the outsider, the stranger, and the less fortunate. Her table was always spread for the hungry, and her home always open to the homeless. She saw the face of God in every person and treated them with dignity and respect.

As a grandmother, she was the embodiment of wisdom, love, and guidance. Her stories, though simple, held the power to inspire, teach, and transform. Her presence was a blessing, her love a treasure, and her legacy a testament to the power of selflessness and compassion.

So here’s to my grandmother, a woman of extraordinary strength, courage, and love. May her life be a testament to the transformative power of kindness, generosity, and compassion. May her legacy continue to inspire generations to come. And may her memory be a blessing to all who knew her. May your soul remain cradled in the soft petals of God’s love, basking in the warmth of eternal light and peace.

Tribute By: Isi Lucky Etuonovwe

Our dearly beloved mother, we miss you so much. Each time I remember how you took care of me when I was young, especially when I was having pain in my legs and was always crying, you were the one who would rise up from your bed at night to look for any ointment that would probably lessen the pain and enable me to sleep peacefully.

You would go as far as to look for kerosene to rub on the spot, and that would bring a cooling effect to ease the pain, allowing me to fall back to sleep. Mama, you were indeed a lovely and caring mother. We will always talk about your goodness. Continue to rest in the bosom of Almighty God.

What about how you took care of and bathed each one of us after birth, to the extent that I didn’t even recognize my own mother’s daughter, thinking it was you who gave birth to her? The little girl was always with you. One day, when my younger sister came to my biological mother, we sent her back to you, thinking it was you who gave birth to her.

It took me years to believe it wasn’t you who gave birth to her. In fact, we all have so much to say about Mama.

Tribute By: Ighalo Sisters

I remember my siblings and I going to the house and visiting our grandmother. It was kind of weird at first because we didn’t know too much about her, and the last time we saw her was a couple of years back.

When she came out of her room, you could just see how strong, diligent, and independent she was. Even though she was going through some pain, she still was able to do things on her own. When she walked out of the room and saw us, she immediately started praying over us and blessing us, which showed us how much she loved us. We can’t forget her smile; her smile just lit up the room.

When we went to her Thanksgiving, we saw how lively and sprightly she was. When the music came on, she started smiling and singing, making all of us smile. Her energy was definitely infectious.

At the end of the trip, we were very grateful that we came because we were able to get to know more about our grandmother and leave her with such an amazing memory. Her legacy will remain a part of us forever.

Tribute By: Omonatie Benedicta Aigbomian

A mother is one who can take the place of others but whose place no one can ever fill. MY HUSBAND (or as you fondly call us) – we will always cherish the memories we’ve created together, from our childhood adventures to the everyday moments that made our lives so special.

Even at 80, whenever you were told to turn around, you would always want to carry me on your lap. Your smile I will never forget, but I’m confident that you are in a bigger place, keeping watch over all of us with so much love. Rest well and easy, Mama. Your daughter, Omonatie

Tribute By: Omonigho Amanluoghe Uadiale

Mama, lovingly called Iya Buki 1 of Udo kingdom, was a source of strength and kindness in our family. As my dad’s first wife, she combined a hardworking attitude with a fun-loving spirit that made everyone love her.

Her passion for our traditional music and dance celebrated our culture. Mama cared for all the children, wives, husbands, and grandchildren, welcoming each one with love and warmth.

Through her dedication and openness, she showed us how to embrace life wholeheartedly. Her spirit lives on in our shared memories, the tunes of our traditional songs, and the inspiration she gave us through her strong commitment to family and tradition. Continue to rest in the bosom of the Lord, Mama.

Tribute By: Kate Niemogha

Mama, mamat! You were indeed a mother. You will never be forgotten. I have so many memories of you. I don’t know how to begin. You were a role model to me. I remember how we would all crowd around you like sugar ants just because we wanted something from your plate, and you would look at us and say, “So mothers should not eat in peace?” and you would share your food with everyone present at home.

We would run off to play again with so much joy in our hearts. Ha, I have never seen a mum like you! Our own mothers would punish and beat us, and we would run to you to report. Lo and behold, you would discipline us by twisting our ear for not hearing with them, and you would take us back to our mum to plead for mercy.

They dare not refuse or complain to you because you always warned them not to beat us again. You were a loving and caring mother. I remember when I was schooling in Enugu State. When I returned from school, after welcoming me, you would take my bag outside and wash all the red sand stains from my clothes, bags, and shoes because you were a very neat woman.

You would wake up early in the morning, call the names of all your biological children, and pray for as many of your stepchildren as you could remember, and I used to marvel at that.

You taught me not to jump out of bed but to sit a while, pray, and arrange everything I need to do for the day in my heart, and to this day, it’s a routine for me. We did everything together in the house.

We would go to the market, and you would always want to make the work easy for me without any complaint. I had a really great time with you before I got married. You told me everything it takes to keep a home, and I’m truly grateful to you. You taught me how to take good care of a man, what to look for before accepting a man’s proposal, and how to respect my home because it is sacred.

You gave me so many pieces of advice that are too numerous to mention here. I never once saw you quarrel with your co-wives, even though I later understood that it was not easy emotionally, but you were so peaceful. Instead, you all would sit to gossip about your husband and laugh at him when he was not around.
I saw life slowly snuffed out of you, and it was painful seeing you in pain. Your memories linger on.

It’s painful, but I know God loves you dearly… Adieu, Mama. Adieu, Iya Buki. Rest in peace.

Tribute By: Olumhense

I had a praying Grandma. You were a guardian, a prayer warrior, and an unwavering source of love. Despite the miles that separated us, you bridged the distance with your faith, your warmth, and your constant prayers over the phone.

Your voice was my comfort. Your wisdom was a guiding light. No matter the distance or time zones, you always asked to speak to me, ensuring that I was okay—something not many people would ask me. Your words carried strength, your love knew no boundaries, and your prayers were like shields, protecting and uplifting me in ways I can never fully express.

You taught me patience, kindness, and the power of faith. Every sacrifice you made, every moment you spent talking me through, has shaped the person I am today. I am forever grateful for the love you poured into my life, for the countless prayers whispered on my behalf, and for the legacy of strength and devotion you have left behind.

Though you may no longer be here in person, your legacy lives on. I carry your lessons in my heart, and I know that your prayers still echo in my life. Thank you for everything. You were, and always will be, a great blessing. We celebrate your legacy, Grand Mummy.

Tribute By: OSAGIE EBANEHITA

My tribute to a real definition of a mother. Mama, you were simply the best. Words fail me to express the significant role you played in my life. You were a beautiful woman with a heart of gold. We miss your love. Rest on Mama, till we meet to part no more.

Tribute By: Agape Oseremen Uadiale

Grandma, my adorable woman, strong with a beautiful soul, loving, God-fearing, caring… It is so difficult to say goodbye. I miss you so much, mother of all mothers. Rest in peace, Grandma. Your love and memories will forever be in my heart. From your granddaughter.

Tribute By: Amma Akwabi-Ameyaw

Mama Margaret was a truly remarkable woman who left an indelible mark on all who had the privilege of knowing her. What I remember most about her visits to California was the warmth of her beautiful smile and the joy in her infectious laughter.

She radiated love, kindness, and grace wherever she went. Mama Margaret lived a life full of love, faith, and purpose, and she truly ran her race with strength and dignity. Her legacy lives on in the lives of her children and children’s children, who carry forward the values she instilled in them.

Though she may no longer be with us in body, she will forever remain in our hearts. She fought the good fight, finished the race, and kept the faith. Rest in perfect peace, Mama Margaret. You will never be forgotten!

Tribute By: Shiloh African Fellowship Members

Mama Margaret was known by some members of the Shiloh African Fellowship when they attended a memorial service of her late husband in the house of her son, Pastor Michael Vadisle. A member stayed briefly with the Uadiales when she had a motor accident in 2015, after driving back home from a night vigil.

She broke her arm and had surgery. She remembered how Mama Margaret would wash her dishes for her because she could not use her arm. She took daily walks to a nearby park and danced with Mama Margaret at home all the time, which aided in her quick recovery. They chatted using the famous pidgin English.

She was so nice and pleasant to be with! We both loved dancing, so we danced to Nigerian gospel music together daily at their home. This was one of the exercises I loved to do then, with my broken arm in a splint.

We thank God she is in a better place now, enjoying the fruits of her labor, and want to appreciate the Uadiales for taking the member under their refuge at the time of need and giving her the opportunity to know their mother closely.

May her sweet soul rest in peace under the bosom of her Savior, Jesus. Mama Margaret was kind and a motherly figure, who attended all-night services. She came to the African Fellowship meeting when in the US.

She was prayerful, present as a mother, and always supported her children in their roles in the African Fellowship.
She cooked well, was nurturing, and loved Mama Noja, maybe because she was her first daughter-in-law. In fact, Sandra is her only daughter, so Dr. Noja was like her oldest daughter.

Dr. Noja and Rev. Mike raised Sandra, so Mama Margaret looked at Dr. Noja as her oldest daughter. She helped cook for meetings, and when the mission team went to Nigeria, she helped host the team. She made direct contributions to Friends of Africa and was a precious soul to be around.

Mama Margaret was friendly and pleasant. The brief time we encountered her was enriching. She impacted us positively with her traditional values and godly wisdom. She loved dancing to gospel music, and her smile, along with her motherly love, was comforting. We miss you dearly and pray that your kind soul rests in perfect peace.

Tribute By: Gabriel Oghwe-Akateme

The Urhobo Progressive Union of Northern California (UPUNC) mourns the loss of our cherished matriarch, Mama Margaret, the mother-in-law of our immediate past president, Dr. Mrs. Enojare Uadiale, and mother to our valuable member and supporter, Prof. Michael Uadiale.

Though of Esan heritage, she wholeheartedly embraced Urhobo culture, becoming a beloved figure in our community.

Mama Margaret’s presence at our gatherings was always a source of joy. Her radiant smile and graceful dance moves embodied the spirit of the Urhobo people. She was a living testament to our rich traditions, often leading the Abo-abo dance with elegance and enthusiasm.

Her bond with Dr. Enojare Uadiale was so profound that many of us believed they were mother and daughter. Their inseparable companionship was a beautiful example of love and unity within our community.

Mama Margaret’s dedication to UPUNC was unparalleled. She participated in every celebration, bringing warmth and vitality to our events. Her legacy is captured in countless videos where she is seen dancing with pure joy, reminding us of the happiness she spread.

As we remember Mama Margaret, we celebrate a life filled with love, culture, and unwavering community spirit. Her memory will continue to inspire and guide us. Rest in peace, Mama Margaret. Your legacy lives on in our hearts.