Samuel KabuKudadjie

My beloved Samuel,

How does a wife say goodbye to the man she shared her life with?

There are moments when words simply fail. I have tried to find the right words to describe what you meant to me, but how can I put years of love, memories, companionship and a lifetime together into a few paragraphs?

You were my husband, my companion and the father of our children. You were the man with whom I shared the joys of life, the challenges, the responsibilities, and the everyday moments that made our home what it was. You cared deeply about your family. You wanted to know that everyone was alright, and you were always ready to help whenever you could.

Your concern for others was not something you simply spoke about; it was part of who you were.

Samuel, you were also a man of principle. You believed in doing things properly, standing by what was right, and taking responsibility for the people entrusted to you. You carried those values into your work, your faith, our home and your relationships with others.

As your wife, I saw sides of you that many others did not. I saw the man behind the discipline and the strong exterior. I saw your love for your children, your concern for your family, your sense of humour, and the simple ways you showed that you cared.

We built a family together through all the ups and downs. We watched our children grow. We shared countless ordinary days that, now that you are gone, have become precious memories.

I will miss having you here. I will miss your voice, your presence, your advice, and simply knowing that you were there.

There are so many things I wish I could still tell you, so many conversations I wish we could have again. But I am grateful for the life we shared and for the family we built together.

Your passing has left a space in our home and in my heart that cannot easily be filled. But I take comfort in knowing that your life was not lived in vain. You loved your family, you worked hard, you served others and, most importantly, you placed your faith in God.

You have now completed your earthly journey. I believe you are resting in the arms of the Lord you trusted, and that gives me strength to continue.

Samuel, thank you for the years we shared. Thank you for being my husband. Thank you for being a father to our children. Thank you for the life we built together.

Though I cannot walk beside you anymore, I will carry the memories of our life together in my heart. Rest peacefully, my beloved husband. Until we meet again.

How do we say goodbye to a man who was so much more than our father? You were our protector, teacher, disciplinarian and provider, and above all, the man we looked up to.

You were a true family man. You cared deeply about your people and always made sure they were okay. When you loved someone, you gave them your all. That love extended beyond our home, which is why so many people, including the children in our neighbourhood, loved you.

You often said, “I am a man of principles,” and you lived by those words. You taught us that character matters. You corrected us when we were wrong, encouraged us when we did well, and showed us how to be confident without being arrogant, humble without being timid, and firm without being unjust.

But what we will remember most is that you were always present. You polished our shoes, ironed our clothes, fed us breakfast, walked us to school, bought us toys, told us stories, and laughed with us around the dining table. We remember returning from church rehearsals and singing worship songs together with Mum. At the time, these were simply moments of everyday family life. Today, they are priceless memories.

We never imagined that one day we would long for something as simple as hearing your voice or sitting with you at the table.

Dad, you taught us many things, but perhaps your greatest lesson was the life you lived. You showed us what it means to work hard, care for others, stand by your family, and remain faithful to God.

Your absence leaves a space in our lives that words cannot fill. Yet alongside the sadness there is gratitude: for the years we had with you, for the lessons you gave us, and for the privilege of calling you our Father.

We believe you have completed your earthly journey and are now resting with the Lord you loved and served. We picture you singing the hymns you loved, free from every earthly burden.

So, Dad, rest peacefully. We will carry your lessons, your laughter, your values and your love with us wherever life takes us.

Thank you for giving us a childhood filled with memories we will treasure forever.

Thank you for being our father. Thank you for being our superhero. We love you, Dad.

Until we meet again.

You have fought the good fight. Your exemplary character earned you the gratitude and respect of all and sundry. You have accomplished the task the Lord set before you, and we know you are resting in His bosom.

It is the natural order for children to lay their parents to rest, but only our Father in heaven knows why He has called you at this time. I may never fully understand His plan, but I choose to trust Him, even through the pain.

Death has separated me from my beloved son. I yearn to hear your voice, but I cannot. I think of calling you, but I cannot: to ask about your day, your work, your life, your children, your health, your walk with the Lord, your hopes and aspirations. It is impossible. All I hear are echoes, but the beautiful memories we shared will stay forever in my heart.

Oh Kabu, my heart aches with so much pain, and my eyes are filled with tears and thoughts. The Lord will quench my tears. I pray that He will show me mercy and comfort me.

You were self-motivated, peaceful and self-driven, qualities I believe your Creator endowed you with. With your sense of humour you were loved by all, just as you loved the Lord unwaveringly. Whenever I had a concern, you dutifully looked after me and cared for me with all your heart.

Many would testify of your kindness, your love and your devotion to the cause of the needy. You were exemplary, a true reflection of the man I had wanted my son to become. You will be deeply missed.

Rest peacefully in the bosom of the Lord, my beloved son, until the day we meet again. Thank you for the beautiful life you lived. Thank you for the love you gave. Thank you for the wonderful example you left behind.

Rest in peace, my dear son.

Even in our grief, we hold on to God’s promise.

We gather here today with heavy hearts to honour the life and memory of our beloved brother, Samuel Kabu Kudadjie. As we stand united in our grief, we also celebrate the incredible person he was and the legacy he leaves behind.

Brother Kabu was more than a sibling to us; he was our confidant, protector and friend. From the earliest days of our childhood, his laughter echoed through our lives, filling every corner with joy and warmth. He had a way of making even the simplest moments feel extraordinary, turning ordinary days into cherished memories.

His strength, kindness and unwavering love were constant in our lives. Kabu lived with a passion and purpose that inspired us. He appreciated everything you gave him and did for him, and he always made sure to thank you and remember your kindness.

Kabu loved and cherished our children as his own. He was a dedicated professional who never joked with his work. His impact on the lives of those around him was profound, and his absence leaves a void that can never truly be filled.

As siblings, we shared a bond that words can hardly describe. His interesting stories are memories we will carry with us forever.

While we grieve his loss, we find comfort in knowing that his spirit lives on in each of us. His lessons, his love, his sense of humour and his laughter are engraved in our hearts, shaping who we are and who we strive to be.

You were our brother, our friend and our hero. We love you deeply and will honour your memory every day.

Rest in peace, Bro. Until we meet again.

Uncle Samuel, as we affectionately call you, Brother Kabu…

When we were asked to say a few words about Uncle Kabu, we honestly did not know where to begin. When someone means so much to you, words simply do not feel like enough.

But when we close our eyes and think of him, a few things immediately come to mind: strength, discipline, laughter, family. That is how we will remember Uncle Kabu.

He was one of the strongest men we knew, and growing up, we admired that deeply. We remember looking at him and thinking, “I want to be as strong as he is.” Not just physically strong, but strong in character. Strong enough to take care of the people around him. Strong enough to be someone others could depend on.

And that is exactly who he was to us. He was our uncle, but that word never fully captured the role he played in our lives. He was a father figure, and more.

Some of our fondest memories are the simplest ones. We remember him taking the boys for haircuts all the time. Back then, it was just something we did. Now we realise those moments meant much more: time together, and being cared for by someone who loved us.

Aaaah Bro Kabu, why so soon?

Uncle Kabu was also funny. He had a way of making people laugh and bringing his personality into a room. And he was motivating. The way he carried himself made us want to work harder, be stronger and become better people. That is one of the greatest things a person can leave behind: not just memories, but an example.

So today, even though we are gathered because we have lost him, we do not want to remember him only for the fact that he is gone. We want to remember him for the life he lived and the people he touched. We want to remember the man who cared for us, the man who made us laugh, the man we looked up to. That is something death cannot take away.

We wish we could have one more conversation with you. One more laugh. One more ordinary night sitting together, watching a movie, without knowing how much we would one day wish for that moment back. But more than anything, we hope you knew how much you meant to us.

There will be moments in the years ahead when something reminds us of you. Maybe a haircut. Maybe a joke. Maybe the money you shared with us when you came to visit. And when that happens, we hope that along with the sadness, we can smile, because those memories are a gift.

One of the greatest ways we can honour you is to live with the same strength, discipline, humour and love for family that we saw in you.